Extraordinary Faith for Everyday Life
I’ve had a fear of horses since I was somewhere around 7 I think. I won’t bore you with the details as I’ve detailed them here. Just wanted to say I rode a horse AGAIN this weekend at the Cornestone Ranch and I actually think I might be getting over my fear of horses.
And isn’t that hat just lovely?
The Holy Spirit speaks in a very quiet voice. Sometimes I hear him ask me to do seemingly important things and others seem small and insignificant. Today was one of those small things but it made my life easier.
I got both the kids dressed and ready for school and Scott was helping them get strapped in. I sat down in the car and all I could “hear” was “Go check the girls’ calendars!” I was thinking, oh, who cares if they were supposed to wear green today, I already have them dressed. But His voice was insistent so I said to Scott, “Hang on, let me check their calendars so I can see if I’m supposed to bring anything today.” I ran in and guess what the calendar said? “No school today. Teacher workday.”
That was a busy weekend.
Shopping with J – check. I managed not to buy a single thing somehow.
Craft show – not checked – I didn’t wake up until 10:30 Saturday and then had lunch with ILs and girls and then did some cursory cleaning.
Outing with youth – check. That was awesome. Mark Rodenhauser, former NFL player owns Cornerstone Ranch. He owns 9 horses which we all got to ride. His barns and sheds were decorated like an old main street. He had tomahawk throwing, roping, sawing, campfires…just about anything. He has a great sermon related to the relationship of a horse owner and horse being similar to the master/servant one we have with Christ.
Visited with J&J afterwards until after midnight – check.
Choir lunch – check.
Nap – check. Wasn’t expecting this one, but happily obliged.
Cici’s Pizza last night with the youth – check.
Major drama with the youth and leaders afterwards – check. I’m going to write more on this on a password protected post.
So now I feel like I need a weekend from my weekend.
No major plans for this week or weekend. The girls are out of school today. Scott will be gone Saturday to work the Clemson football game. I’m guessing this week we’ll just be taking it easy.
Notes from the Trenches posted this. I wasn’t surprised at all to see I am left-brained.
LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses logic
detail oriented
facts rule
words and language
present and past
math and science
can comprehend
knowing
acknowledges
order/pattern perception
knows object name
reality based
forms strategies
practical
safe
Scott relays this conversation him and Emma had on the phone the other day…
E: I love you
S: How much do you love me?
E: 31! How much do you love me?
S: 100!
E: Wow, you must love me a lot.
Last night the girls and I went to a home party featuring Thirty-One gifts (This is NOT a sponsored post, so keep reading :)). It’s a Christian based organization that sells monogrammed purses, bookbags, notecards, etc. It’s really new to our area and I got a cute black and white cosmetic bag with my name in all lower case in lime green. Should be cute. I hadn’t planned on going but Scott was at work, Heather was at a friend’s and Mom was working so we were bored at home and so at the last minute–literally–I loaded them in the van and took them. Turns out SIL and MIL were there and so were the children of the hosts so they had a great time and I had a nice time as well.
Today for lunch I met S at a local restaurant. We had a great time and had so much to talk about we couldn’t hardly get it all out fast enough. We hadn’t talked face to face in about 2 months. It was a great visit and we decided we should do it more often since we both work at home and school is back in.
And now for tonight I just planned a shopping and movie trip with Mrs. J while Scott and Mr. J go to Scarowinds. So if this is any start to my weekend, it should turn out great.
Tomorrow I may go to a craft show–where is it again, Jaynee?–and then tomorrow night we have an outing with the youth group.
Oh and Sunday we have a fundraiser dinner at the church. And you notice I don’t have any cleaning on the schedule. It was cleaned 4 days ago and I don’t plan to do much but straighten up.
So yeah. My weekend is going to be busy. And hopefully good.
There have been times in the past few months where I’ve asked Scott if he wanted to have another baby which is normally followed by a resounding "No!". And normally when people ask me if we’re having any more children, I promptly respond, "No!" as well. Which, why is it that so many people ask me that? I don’t mind it at all but I’m just curious why everyone is so interested in whether we are planning another baby or not. Anyway. Number 3 has never really been in the plans. I’ve always wanted two children and the same for Scott. But in the past few months, I think if Scott even whispered a mention of wanting a third, I’d be on that train fast.
I keep convincing myself if we were to have a third, we’d most certainly have a boy because there’s no way I’d have to deal with lovingly raise another Princess-crazed little girl or pay for 2 more prom dresses or pay for one more wedding. Although I know to be wiser because my previous pastor I think thought the same thing and he has four daughters.
But C is pregnant, due in December and at least 4 different girls my age at church just had babies. Last night at a home party I went to, I spent most of my time holding one of those babies. And she spit up on me and I had to hold her the whole time. And yet, I didn’t mind a bit. And while sometimes I look at them and think THANK GOD I’m not doing that again, there are other times where I wouldn’t mind rocking another baby, watching another baby go through all of those milestones so quickly it makes your head spin and honestly, I wouldn’t mind nursing another baby. And I could have my little Tucker. Or Ian. Or Gabe.
But then I remember all the endless nights, the countless diapers, the feeding of EVERY meal, the guessing of cries, the endless spit-up, the poop, oh the poop. I remember all that and think do I really want to start over with that. And that’s 4 more years older I’ll be when all the kids are out of the house.
And Lord, how would I work with three?? I seriously doubt I could continue working at home like I do now. Of course, Emma would be in school next fall so maybe that work.
And we certainly don’t have the room here. We’d have to move and really I just don’t want to do that.
But then I think of decorating a blue room and buying cute, striped polos and khaki shorts and watching Scott and a little boy do man stuff and watching a little boy grow into a man and I think I might just be willing to stretch myself.
And just for the record, I’m NOT pregnant and in fact I’m on meds right now where I’m not allowed to even think of getting pregnant.