The past two weeks have been the normal blur. God has worked on my heart regarding our schedule and our season of life and we plow onward learning to go slow in the midst of the busy.
sunshine and blue skies
We have done school, gone to a Young Life banquet, and had new friends over for dinner. Grace and I have cleaned a couple of projects for Matt and we’ve had a birthday party or two (or four….I don’t know, but it’s been a bunch). We went on an awesome field trip to visit the Trash Mountain Project Aquaponics facility. They’re doing some really fantastic stuff out there. We’ve worked outside and enjoyed open windows and doors and the coming of spring. We’ve figured out how to use essential oils to manage our allergies. I was able to have some ladies over for some good, low-key fellowship, and I was able to enjoy fellowship with a completely different group of women at an IF: Tables gathering.
I’m continuing to train for my half marathon next month. I’m doing this one solo, so I’m also doing the long runs solo. Nothing makes a long run seem longer than running 10 miles alone. On a treadmill. But at least I have Jack Bauer and season one of 24 to help pass the time. That is, when our internet isn’t buffering. I’m praying about whether or not this will be my last half for a while. I love/hate them so much. I love that they scare me into getting my miles in (except that January one, it certainly didn’t have that effect). I love how I feel **after** a really long run. I love being able to eat whatever I want and not having to think about calories (not that I think about them a whole lot anyway….but today, as I snuck a brownie before lunch and one child caught me I honestly looked at her and said, “I just ran for nearly two hours. I can have a brownie.” She wisely agreed.). But I hate how much they cost (how much to torture myself for three months???). And I hate how much time they take. I don’t mind the normal length runs in the mornings, but setting aside two hours for a long run plus another hour to get cleaned up and recovered afterward…it’s just a big chunk out of an already full day and as I’ve been examining our schedule and praying about the best use of my time, this is one of those areas I’m on the fence about. That said, six months from now I may be telling this same story all over again. Those races have a way of sucking you back in.
skies that demand a road trip and a dog that really misses her people when they’re gone
We also launched our version of Forget the Frock with Haiti Lifeline Ministries (a post on that tomorrow). I’m super-excited about this year’s shirt and about taking back Easter for a cause close to the heart of Christ.
a little teaser for this year’s FtF shirt
And as we head into a new week, I want to start again with recounting the gifts….
2924. cardinals on bare branches, red on a backdrop of grey
2925. nurturing my marriage
2926. Lent and reflection and seasons of pause
2927. seeing God at work in the lives of teens
2928. nights of no sleep; leaning on God for strength for the day
2929. long dates
2930. sunny Sunday and kids outside
2931. a long forecast of better weather
2932. 8 mile run
2934. practicing flexibility
2935. a grace that chases, pursues
2936. birthday parties, sleepovers, time with friends
2937. working through issues with little ones
2938. IF: Tables and thoughts on friendship
Oh restless heart – beating against the prison bars of your circumstances and longing for a wider realm of usefulness – allow God to direct all your days. Patience and trust, even in the midst of the monotony of your daily routine will be the best preparation to courageously handle the stress and strain of a greater opportunity, which God may someday send.
~ Streams in the Desert, March 17
For His Glory ~