1. I got up this morning at 5, without feeling too super tired.
2. Dinner (spaghetti sauce) was in the crockpot by 8.
3. I came down with a migraine at 9:30, forcing me to shut down for the day.
4. Transportation was provided for the girls to go to Bright Lights.
5. Childcare was provided for my children by their Grandma Carol, allowing me to rest.
6. Delivery of a meal I made for a new mom was provided for me by someone for whom it was not out of the way.
7. Though I didn’t think I should pray for my headache to go away, right after I talked with Him, it did.
8. I got to hear the tail end of the lesson at Bright Lights, a powerful reminder of His presence with me, all the time, everywhere; no burning bush needed.
9. There are two books for me at the library waiting to be picked up- Jan Karon and Andrew Murray are dear friends.
10. I received a letter in the mail from my dearest and only pen pal.
Thank You, LORD, for all these blessings and more.
When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
I fall asleep counting my blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them
As they slumber in their beds
If you’re worried and you can’t sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings
I felt like a movie theater usher as I swept up all the kernels- they were everywhere! Good thing I can use a broom on our floors and be quiet with my thoughts, rather than push a loud vacuum around to do the job. It was movie night, and Sarah has gotten good at making popcorn on the stove. We have had microwave popcorn in the past, but our microwave is acting up, and its death is imminent. Best to have alternative cooking methods for when the snack urge strikes.
The movie is over now, and they are in bed. I hear Aliyah reading books to the little girls. The calmness of it all soothes me, a nearly perfect night. It might be perfect except we are missing our fearless leader and the two oldest brothers. They went camping this weekend, leaving this afternoon. When Daddy and the boys are away with Trail Life, it is different, but also a little fun, allowing us girls to do special things, too. Like a movie night.
A full day, a full week, with work and play and school. School is going better than I would have imagined. Luke has the uncanny knack for just saying something, just blurting out statements, really, that have the power to turn things around for me in a good way. Right before we were set to begin school again, I was complaining again about how difficult it was to do all that I am expected to do, blah, blah, blah, and he said, “You’ve got to be more firm with the children when it comes to school; sit and study from 9:30 to 11:30; don’t let them get up from the table until work is done.” Hmmm. In all these years of meager attempts at homeschooling, I haven’t once approached it as packing the material into a set time. I know, I must have been born yesterday. I guess I figure that since we are home, we don’t have to obey a rigid schedule like they do at public school. But a rigid schedule is not without its merits, as I am witnessing these two weeks so far. Sure, we’re going to have THOSE days, but having the mindset that we will do our best to stick to the schedule and, incidentally, the reassurance that we will stop at 11:30, has been a breath of fresh air. Thank you, my sweet teacher, for solving a problem in one sentence.
And it may be to early to say this, but I feel like I am finally growing up, like I am finally ready to say that I CAN homeschool my children. It has been years.