As I have been doing the last minute preparations for our new school year starting next week, I have been a bit emotional. It hit me last night that we are starting our 17th year of home schooling. That is a huge part of my life.
I stumbled across an old paper that had very primitive handwriting on it, that of a very young child. It brought tears to my eyes as I realized just how blessed I have been to have home schooled all these years. I mean I have taught them to read, I have been there for breakfast, lunch and dinner and countless snacks, all day, every day. I GET to be with my children e.v.e.r.y s.i.n.g.l.e. day!
What a privilege it has been and will continue to be, Lord willing. Molding little souls for my King. Loving and nurturing little hearts. Being the one who GETS to hear their heart, share their dreams. Getting to watch them grow and mature.
So, I am overwhelmed with this precious honor of being a mom, a home school mom.
That is just the tip of the iceberg and all I have time to write about today. There are other things that He has blessed me with that cause me to just bow, bow before Him in gratitude. No words, just tears and humble gratitude.
Really, I GET to be the mother-in-law who gets her daughter-in-law over for a day. I get to take care of her, become friends with her, love on her?? I get to hold that precious little snuggle-buns of a baby all day. Really?
I get to have a blast painting furniture, being creative, meeting people, pouring Jesus out on all who will listen, bless others, AND make money? Really? People ‘want’ my work? Really?
I have the energy and strength to do all this, when not to long ago, getting out of bed took more strength than I had?
This season of life has pushed me to my limit, in a good way. I really don’t think, and I have thought hard, that I have ever had more on my plate, that seems to be ordained by God, then I do right now.
But here is the thing, this ‘overwhelmedness’ ( I know, it’s not a word) is a good thing, I am overwhelmed with His grace, His mercy. I absolutely HAVE to rely on Him, look to Him for my next move. If I think of just one step ahead of Him I am buried, overwhelmed in the bad sense.
This song has ministered to my heart, “More Than A Friend”, of late. I just sit there and sing it, tears streaming down.
“. . .and I am overwhelmed
And I am lost for words
To describe You”