Hello, y'all. I am still recovering from my concussion, but I am slowly starting to feel better. So, I got back to work. Well, I did a little work. I have been filling in the floor cracks. It's tedious to be sure. I may be done by 2015 and you can come revel in my craftsmanship or floormanship or whatever might be the appropriate wording here.
You can see that my man filled in a hole of drywall for me. That was amidst Holy Week. It was crazy. It's kind of like the Superbowl of church events. There is something to do every single day and night. It's a flurry of activity leading to the cross and the resurrection. He still accomplished one thing and I will revel in it and hold on to joy. May God be glorified in that tiny slab of drywall.
I hope you know that I make light of things in order to stay sane in the midst of an insane remodel while parenting small children. I mean, I plant a head of lettuce and I'm a farmer. We have to laugh at ourselves or our perfectionism will drive us to being ungrateful for what God has accomplished.
I am an incredibly private person. I process life alone in the quiet with the Lord. When I felt like He wanted me to start blogging our life journey, I was a bit hesitant because I am resistant to letting the judgmental, the critical, the self-righteous, & the ugly into my deep emotions and struggles. I knew God wanted me to be vulnerable and expose myself to their callous nature in order for them to see a heart yearning for Christ instead of comparing to each other. I also knew that God wanted me to write this journey out for me. It's how I process.
It is hard to share our struggles. I have learned to share them because I think that denying their presence steals glory from God. If no one is aware that they are there, the fact that God lifted you up and delivered you from them every single day is never seen.
It's the same with success. It might even be more difficult. I find that when you share a great joy, there are embittered people who come along and negate the beauty of it. They steal joy. This is so painful to me because the Lord has implanted this delight in His provision deep within you and they want to take that delight away. The gift you revel in is too short or dusty or not sturdy enough for them. The thing is, I keep hearing the softest voice reiterate to me,
"Share joy anyway."
We are waiting for the butterflies to emerge from the cocoon here in homeschool. I have had so many epiphanies during this whole thing. Stay tuned for a future blog. Love y'all.
We are trying to pick out a countertop. Which of these do you like?
I am leaning toward Blanco River, Giallo Nova, Lagoon, or Lyra.