As much as I LOVE dreary weather, I'm grateful for the cheer of the sunshine, today. We need it at the troops!
SO blessed to have my mother walk in, this morning, fold four loads of laundry, take the kids on a walk to look for leaves (while I put the laundry away and start dinner), iron four shirts, and remind me that I have the most wonderful husband.
Because I do.
Our playroom has been converted into a "nursery". Over the weekend, we pulled all of the Bitty Babies out of storage and the girls have been playing non-stop. Complete with a laptop to play iTunes and keep track of the babies "schedules".
Little Man just came in a said "I think this baby needs an antibiotic." This may or may not be a result of the fact that we had some sort of doctor's appointment every. single. day. last week. Yikes.
I am so very grateful for the Coach's help with Daughter's (#6) lesson planning. And checking each evening to make sure the work is done. Why didn't this occur to me the first time we home schooled? Or the second? He IS the teacher!
Friday night's football game was COLD. Really too cold for comfort. But homecoming was fun. For those of you who haven't seen on Facebook, yet, here is a picture of Son (#1) as the Junior attendant. This girl is a sweet friend of ours and it was fun to see them out there, together. I have no idea how she handled the smell (since homecoming followed a very intense football game!). Bless her heart.
I wish we had taken a picture with all of the troops, but alas. . . they are never all in the same place at the same time at football games. I'm lucky if we get out of there without leaving someone behind!
Here are the Coach and I with our boy. Love them both so much.
It seems like over the last few months, the Coach has had to carry more and more of the work load around here. He's taken over the finances. The bill paying. Now the homeschooling. Even helping with the majority of the discipline issues that arise. All things I used to be responsible for.
I don't know why I can't seem to handle it all just now. But I'm grateful for a husband who steps up and makes sacrifices to keep things going here at the troops. On top of a job that is several full-time positions rolled into one. . . and coaching football and basketball. . . and teaching Sunday School.
And when I feel guilty that I need so much HELP to make it, he just smiles and says, "We're a team."
I love him.
Other than that, there's just the learning obedience part of life, the learning to get along part of life. Lots of clothes to wash and food to cook and dishes to wash and messes to clean up. . . and a WHOLE lot of laughing (with some tears thrown in along with way).
"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not."
So I shouldn't grow weary. But I do. How grateful I am for these verses, too. . . (from last year's BSF Isaiah study. . . )
"Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, [that] the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? [there is] no searching of his understanding.
He giveth power to the faint; and to [them that have] no might he increaseth strength.
Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall:
But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew [their] strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; [and] they shall walk, and not faint."
Thankful that MY GOD does not grow weary.