Wednesday, November 13, 2013


What you're looking at is a miracle. Yep.

Because everyone is looking at the camera!

(You thought I was going to reference something depressing such as, oh, maybe a tornado, didn't you?)  ;)  Nope, just the sheer fact that all three of the kids are looking AND Matt and I are not looking at the kids trying to get them to look!

It's the little things, isn't it?

I've come to adore the little things recently. I had a rough patch (don't we all) where I wasn't leading our children too well. We were technically doing all that we should; we were getting the subjects in during the day for school, but I had forgotten why I was doing all this. I left my passion somewhere.

I will admit that I had a bit of a disappointment happen (you know, the kind where you thought something great was going to happen...maybe a small miracle carved just for you...and then, well--it just didn't?) Yeah, that kind. It stung. But honestly, I'm good with God's timing and His plan and purpose. I don't see so many things that He does, and I have got to learn (for cryin' out loud) to trust Him! I wish it were easier to do, but that wouldn't make it faith and trust, now would it?

There are countless areas to play "catch up" on this blog, so I don't know where to begin!
1. I have been learning to spend time with God more consistently and I'm diving back into scripture. Before, I found myself mindlessly tracing back over the same movements of my faith--a rehearsal of sorts. I knew all the steps, and it was easy to do them while thinking of other things. Does that ring true for anyone else? I wanted something to help me find excitement again in reading words that Jesus spoke. If He is my Savior, shouldn't I be leaning in to hear His every word?

2. Our family made the decision to switch campuses at our church since we moved nearly half an hour away from the campus we were attending. This was no easy choice! That was one of the last things we were still stubbornly clutching from our life on the south side of the city. It was time to let go, and we knew it. The unclenching of the hand is a whole other story, though. We had to release it, let it be our past and no longer our present. We sold the land and are now in no way tied to Moore. It feels weird and sad in one breath, but also freeing in another. We feel the permission to unpack here now, to really proclaim, "We're home." I have finally begun doing things like making curtains. (That was the longest running stint I've ever lived without curtains, mind you!) I believe we are embracing our new world finally, and I feel that this is healthy.

3. I am also embracing a new viewpoint in our school journey, and it has proven to help ALL of us. The other moms God has surrounded me so graciously with are teaching me that it's not the end of the world if I change up the math lesson and use animal crackers for Kate to count instead of the Saxon worksheet. She understands it better and will likely retain the knowledge this way. They are children, not robots. They are going to have good and bad days. I expect consistency far too much, and I'm finally learning to breathe in and expect this inconsistency. One day Keagan is going to go get his Grammar and Spelling workbooks and complete them happily all by himself...and the next day, well--let's just say it's a miracle if we get through all the work at all! I'm learning that this is okay, especially when Keagan decides on his own whim that he wants to learn about fractions and so teaches himself just that. This new "chill" attitude is helping us all to enjoy school more and to enjoy each other more as well. God has given me the greatest privilege--to be someone's momma! I don't want to ever forget what a blessing that is.

4. I'm learning to snuggle (and tell the truth) more. Our pastor, Craig, is doing a series called Necessary Sins--focusing on one particular sin per week that we often overlook. Lying was the first week, and something hit me square between the forehead. It's easy to lie. I was doing it in the tiniest of ways, but ways that may have a LARGE impact. For instance, at night Kate likes to suddenly spout forth all the things she was planning for us to do with each other that evening...right when it's time for bed. She has had all evening to ask for these things, but she forgot, so she begs for snuggles, a particular book, her fingernails to be painted, etc., right when I say it's bed time. So my response, I've noticed, is almost always: "We can do that tomorrow" or "I'll snuggle with you on the couch in the morning." One day she caught me and I was shown that my careless, empty promises to her at night are in fact lies. I am just trying to get her to hush so I can have my personal time, knowing full well that we will not snuggle in the morning, because I will be busy yet again with something else. So, I have been making a conscious effort to not only tell her I will snuggle with her, but to actually do it. If I want her to trust me, I have to lay that foundation today.

I think over all, you could say I'm learning that miracles are all around, every day. One more day to kiss my husband. One more day to snuggle my kids on the couch. One more cup of coffee with a friend. One more birthday, one more year. Miracles. So I'm going to stop looking for them in big things and start recognizing the beautiful bite sized miracles I already hold.

P.S. I'd like to give a shout out to my friend Kim at Photography by Kimberly D for gifting our family with our precious photos. She told me very soon after the tornado that she wanted to do this for our family, and she did that and more, and we are so grateful. If you are around here, book her because she is one talented lady!

Peace of Christ to you,

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