I've had a relatively slow week. The truth is - I've been exhausted. Most days, it's all I can do to roll out of bed to start the day. Today I didn't roll out of bed until 8:30am, leaving me a little over a half hour to get us ready for BSF. Whew! We certainly didn't have a calm start to the morning. And this afternoon we went for a drive because they were doing fire alarms; the fire alarms woke my daughter from her nap leaving her hysterical. Sigh - so much for a much needed afternoon nap.But I'm thankful for a slow week. With Rodney home (and lots of leftovers in the refrigerator) our evenings are relaxing and sweet. I recently bought Abigail her first children's Bible - The Jesus Storybook Bible. A chapter every night before Abigail's bedtime has been refreshing for all three of us. Every story (Old Testament included) points back to God's redemption plan for history - His only Son. I highly recommend the book!
Among other news - I've been dabbling in potty training. Three weeks ago while Rodney was in China, I thought I'd surprise him by potty training Abigail. Unfortunately, Abigail had other plans, and I had a very long two days. After some tears and cleaning up more messes than I'd like to admit, I realized I needed some help. So I've been reading up on the subject and asking around for advice. So maybe in the next month or so, I'll be done doing cloth diaper laundry (at least for a couple of months!).
And I just finished Joni Eareckson Tada's memoir "The God I Love". Her trust in the Lord left me weeping and convicted of my own sin. I love my comfortable life. In many ways, I idolize a comfortable, easy life - one with very few inconveniences. And yet, Joni's paralysis and pain have given her countless opportunities to serve the Lord and bring Him great glory! Oh that I would have courage to pray that God would truly use me in any way to bring him the most glory.
Abigail wanted to wear my hat last night, making for a good photo opportunity. My caption for her below: My God is so big, so strong and so mighty. There's nothing my God cannot do!
He's big enough to change my stubborn heart and give me strength in the midst of my physical exhaustion. His love is deep. His love is strong.
1 comment:
I'd love to read that book, thanks for mentioning it, always looking for a good one!
Abigail, as is always the case, is precious!
Congrats on #2..praying the tiring gets better.
Potty training is the pits. It took a year for ISaiah and I started him at 22 months old. Finally 2 months before he turned 3, he started TELLINg me when he needed to go, before that he would go about every hour if I took him. Blah. Chaius, I waited it out. He started when he was ready and he took a whole week. tHat was it...day and night. Evan...I think I'll wait till he's ready for sure! Good luck, its a pain and a trial in itself. Not much positive to say about potty training. : )
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