"My grace is sufficient for you,
for my power is made perfect in weakness."
2 Corinthians 12:9
I found this verse on a little card under a bed as I was cleaning up mountains of clutter and muttering/complaining to God that I didn't know why he thought I could handle this many kids, with this many extreme personalities, who get their clothes dirty, use dishes, and pee on the toilet seat.
I'm pretty sure I'm under qualified and that He way over estimated me.
It was like God had dropped me an instant message directly answering my questions.
I picked up the card with a picture of a woman running up a hill and read those words over..and over again.
Sometimes life feels like a cross-country run. You "hit the wall", feel the burn, wonder what you signed up for, and are pretty much sure you won't make it out alive.
My grace is enough for you to bear up under whatever I chose to give you.
Your weakness, your inadequacy, your inability is a part of my plan, it is the very way that I
will show you my complete strength and provision.
Rest in me. Keep running.
I'm not really sure what the photos of my geeky, adorable four year old has to do with that verse but
I suppose most of the 'weakness' that I have involves my children and my ability to parent, teach, feed, and keep the dust bunnies from taking over the house.
Seeding season has begun on the farm. We have entered "spring fever". The time of year when life gets more hectic. Hubster is working long hours in the field and will become a sort of phantom for the next month. There have been brief sightings, and traces left by him..but for the most part the man of the house is illusive. Such is the seasonal life of a farmer. I am thankful for both him and his work.
On the home front spring sports have begun, our homeschooling has not yet finished (although the sooner the better), yard work and my unplanted garden are beckoning, the laundry continues to be my nemesis, and the baby's teeth are wreaking havoc. Life continues to spin.
I LOVE that winter is over and spring has arrived. The kids are spending hours a day outside lost in their imaginations.
I'm tired. Nothing new. This is mostly an overtired, slightly sleep deprived, pointless, ramble...in case you haven't noticed.
I don't know how people manage more than 4 kids. Honestly. The laundry alone is unbelievable.
.......I wonder if someday we will have more than 4 children? How's that for a rabbit trail ramble?
I have no idea what God has for our future. I'd probably be terrified if I did.
It's a good thing He only gives us light enough for the next step. He's writing our story and as much as I'd like to skip ahead to the end for a sneak peak, that's not how God works.
I know the passion he has placed at the very heart of our family, what I don't know is what God is going to do with that.
I have weird kids. No really, I do.
Spazzy. Quirky. Dorky.
I know everyone is made unique...but honestly I think some are more unique than others.
That's a nice way of saying odd.
It's a good thing they're cute.
The big kids took a hiphop class this winter and this was their costumes. The big recital was this past Sunday
It was cute to watch. They both love a stage. Where they lack in talent they made up for with enthusiasm and swagger.
They had a lot of fun with it. Romeo was the only boy in the bunch but he didn't seem to mind.
My kids may be diagnosably unique but they are good for entertainment value.
I may keep them around for that purpose alone.
With all the "weakness" going on in this house...we're leaving a whole lotta room for God's glory to shine.