It's a Blur

The theme that keeps coming up in my life is Sabbath.  Taking time to rest in my Lord.  I'm clearly not getting it yet.  This weekend was Bronwyn's home gymnastics meet.  My brother and his family wanted to come and see her compete.  Whenever we all get together it is a wild time.  There was also a fundraising dessert for our school on Friday, so we decided to add that to the "things to do" list.  As it turned out, our oldest and our youngest children were singing at the dessert. Saturday morning our realtor called and had someone that wanted to see the house, and for some reason Rick said they could.  Finding rest in the midst of this busy weekend was a challenge.

I tried very hard to keep my sense of humor through the weekend.  I think I did okay, but during church Sunday morning I had a really hard time focusing.  I do remember that we need to trust God to do things His way.  It was a good sermon, and I am very thankful I can download it and listen to it again, when I am not trying to keep my five year old's bad attitude from becoming obvious to everyone sitting around us.  I really need to think about finding rest, and not succumbing to the chaos that seems to creep into my life.

I love having my brother's family visit.  They are very energetic.  They get me out of my rut, and make me serve cheerfully.  They went to our fundraising dessert with us.  When we got home, Rachel made two very astute observations.  She noticed that the history of the school is quite an interesting story, and that it is still being told.  Our school is celebrating its 30th year.  Many of the alumni are now enrolling their children.  They have a much better perspective on how far the school has come in the last 30 years.  They are leaving it better than they found it, by being involved supporting the teachers, and encouraging the children.  It is an awesome thing to see.  She also pointed out that the teachers, staff, and families all love the school and each other.  They are committed to this community and its children.  They have made countless sacrifices throughout the years to be in this particular place.  I am so thankful for the love that they bestow on my kids, and all of the kids everyday.  It is a remarkable school, and I am very grateful that my kids are a part of their story.  Nesradine got to sing his cowboy song in front of everybody, and Madison got to be part of the choir that performed.

Saturday morning we got up, fed all the kids and cleaned the house.  It got a bit chaotic for everyone, so I finally loaded all of the kids in the big van and took a little cruise around town.  Kiki's breakfast wasn't sitting too well, so he yacked all over Soren.  This caused much wailing and tears, (some of them from Rachel and I laughing).  My dear friend Heather had offered to make us brunch while the realtor showed our house.  I was questioning my sanity, and how I continue to get myself into these situations.  Rick took Bronwyn from there to her gymnastics meet.  He worked concessions while some of us popped in and out to see Bronwyn compete.  She ended up getting second in her age division.  She did very well after some prayer for God to settle her spirit.  I think the chaos was getting to her before she left for the gym.  I am learning that some of my kids really need more calm in their lives.  Now, when I figure out how to work that in I will be doing some amazing work.

We didn't make it to Sunday school in the morning, even though we can all tell you what our only comfort in life and in death is.  Maybe we will get our candy next week.  We did make it to worship, which was much needed and well worth it.  I am very thankful for our church family, and that it is a place where we know that we have a community of people that have our backs in all things.  I know they pray faithfully for Martha and Nesradine.  I know that they watch our children and they will get away with nothing as they get older.  I know that I have a lot to learn about living a Sabbath life.  I do have the foundation of knowing that God is sovereign in all things.  I am not my own, but belong, body and soul, in life and in death to my faithful savior Jesus Christ.  Just knowing that I can lay a lot of things to rest.  This weekend was a blur, but I made it through.  The kids are all accounted for.  No one missed a meal.  The house was shown.  And to the best of our ability we glorified God.