Of Mice and Men…

What does this title have to do with my post today?

Nothing.

It’s just what has been on my heart this morning.  I’m not sure what it means. It is Sunday.  We had a busy weekend and chose to stay home this am.  But my heart follows after my Maker nonetheless.  I feel so thankful lately.  It’s been a hard year and a half and God has brought us out of the valley towards the mountain top.  I breathe a little easier.  I remember the biggest lesson I’ve learned.  That lesson has been TODAY.  That is all we have.  When I live in the now I feel Him so close…inside and out.  Our new house even with the boxes still awaiting my touch I feel peaceful, not frazzled.  This morning the wind is blowing and I type on my screened in back porch.  Laura Story is playing on my Ipod.  GRACE.  I love that song.  It reminds me of how tiny I am and how huge my God is.  I think of my journey this past year and a half.

I would have never thought I’d live where I do…in this community, it’s beautiful.  I imagined myself out of town somewhere on a couple acres with some chickens and farm fresh eggs, but I live in a country club.  That blows my mind.  I’m not a county club girl in any way.  I’m a rule breaker.  The one who goes against the grain.  The green egg in a dozen brown eggs.  The one that raises her hands in worship when no one else will.  That’s just me.  God made me that way.  And it’s beautiful when it’s under the control of the Holy Spirit.

I am also in awe of where he has lead our family where school and learning is concerned.  Learning RX is an amazing tool he is using in our lives to change the way my children learn.  My sweet oldest child took a 24 problem math test on Friday and made a 100 on it.  Six months ago that test would have taken him half the day.  Friday he did it in about 15 minutes.

(Break)

Now it is Wednesday and I can not believe I started this post Sunday and haven’t finished it yet.

This morning I sit at my desktop eating the yummy, buttery muffin and a huge mug of coffee you see above.  My 12 year old woke me up this morning saying, “Mommy, I’m making muffins.  Do you want some coffee?”

I think I’ve died and gone to heaven!

Now he wants my computer so he can do his math.  Guess I’ll be finishing my thoughts here in my next post.  I’m going to try to tell you the story of meeting my birthmom as well as the story of how God led us to the house we now live in.

Ta Ta for now…


Comments

  1. Glad to see you posting again. I’ll have to pass Learning RX along to a friend who has been looking for help in that area. Glad to know that it’s working so well for you all.

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