The Hardest Peace

I’m snuggled in bed reading this book for the second time. Kara has taught me more than she’ll ever know here in earth.  Through a book and a blog, I know Jesus even more, I see more grace, and I cherish the mundane. 

You can follow her blog here: Mundane Faithfulness

Painting Fun

It was a spur of the moment adventure to decide to paint with three littles, but for sanity reasons I never try to think too far inadvanced when it comes to such crafts. 

They turned out super cute. 





You and Me Forever

I am working my way through the book You and Me Forever by Francis and Lisa Chan.

It’s good.

I mean really good.

This quote jumped out at me this afternoon in talking about the command of making disciples.

This command should dictate everything about your life: where you live, where you work, where you spend your money, how you spend your money, how you spend your time – everything!  You should not make a single decision without the words “make disciples” factoring in.  We should be constantly asking ourselves the question: “How can we free up more time and resources for making disciples?”

I am praying over this idea of making disciples and our lives and how we can practically live this out.  I desire to be better – to use my time, talents and resources even more for the glory of God. I want to look over and pray about each day in our regular rhythm of a week and see where the Lord will direct our paths.

Right now, I need to go and tuck in seven little disciples.

Car Drama

Sunday morning we knew that the Sprinter Van would not start because it had been so cold for so long.  No big deal, we thought, because we can use the minivan because the girls were coming home later that night.  4 boys, mom, dad and a college student to pick up along the way.  Carl had the boys loaded to go, and then door to the minivan would not close.  Nothing. All the pulling, poking, prodding and it would not budge.

Ok. Plan C

We had friends who had spent the weekend with us, who were going to church as well.  They took Carl and SiTi over to Grandpa and Grandma’s house to pick up the 4-Runner.  After waiting for 15 minutes, I knew something wasn’t right.  I called and the battery was dead.  They tried jumping it. Dead Dead!

At this point, the boys were begging for home church.  But I NEEDED to go to church!  I wasn’t going to let the devil win, gosh darn it.

I called a neighbor. No answer.  I knew they were already at church. I called her husband and he answered.  Bless their souls, they let us borrow a car.  So, with a minus burr burr burr windchill, I run down to their house, grab the car, threw Jack and Max in (carseats of course) and head over to SCSU to pick up David.

I felt a little African walking into church 10 minutes late. It was a good thing that I started the “going to church” process 50 minutes before we needed to be there.

Sunday prepared me for Monday.

Knowing that we had to be at co-op by 9:00 am, I called the tow truck guys right away at 7 am on Monday to come over and get the van started.  I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off  trying to get 7 children out the door.  The triplets reminded me that we never made their mouth guards for class.  I pulled out a pot and started the water to boil. Titus couldn’t find his backpack, snack or book he was supposed to bring.  At 8:25, the tow truck man came in and said it was a, “No go!” on the van.  What??? My brain wanted to explode.  I still had three nonworking vehicles. And my friend reminded me that I had agreed to host a meeting right after co-op.  (Insert a little hyperventilation.)

My in-laws just happened to stop over for coffee before they were going to fly back to WY.  The plan was that my father-in-law  offered to take 4 kids to co-op while I drove the still borrowed car from the neighbor.  He loaded the kids and left. I politely asked my sweet mother-in-law if she could at least empty and load the dishwasher for me because I was having company as soon as I arrived home. I swooped up Jack, Max and Titus and proceeded to wrestle three carseats with two screaming boys  into the back of the car.  It was so crazy insane that I started laughing while trying to strap them in.  If I didn’t start laughing, I surely would have cried.

We arrived at Uplift, which is the co-op, at 8:50 with 10 minutes to spare.  Whew!

I grabbed pizza for lunch and came home to a very clean house that I didn’t clean – for which I am very grateful.

I found out that the 4-runner received a new battery thanks to my in-laws.  Carl drove all the way to St. Joe to Tiremaxx with the van door open to get it repaired.  They weren’t able to repair it, but were able to shut the door.  It will be fixed on Friday.  The Sprinter miraculously started yesterday afternoon, after we thought we would have to have it towed to a heated garage to let it warm up.

So, now I have three working vehicles and tomorrow I can return the car to the neighbors.

And now I am more santicfied than I was when I woke up on Sunday morning.

I went looking for Max

And this is what I found. I guess he started rest time early all by himself.

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SCSU Hockey Game

We had a great evening with dear friends at a hockey game last night.

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Missing my big girls

I am not gonna lie.  It’s been a hard week mentally.

I have left the house once.

It’s been cold…very cold…too cold to send 4 rascally boys outside.

I can’t wait for my big girls to come back.  We need a little more girl force in the house.

I think some warm weather with sun and prayer walk would be the perfect remedy for my blahs!