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It’s hat day for virtual spirit week at our elementary school. I have been brought to tears multiple times when I think of all that our teachers and administrators are doing to maintain community and support parents in educating our kids. Manageable lessons, daily read alouds with their teachers, virtually joining their principal in saying the pledge of allegiance and the school chant every morning... even simple things like hat day. It all matters. Thanks teachers and administrators. You’re continuing to provide stability and love for our kids. You’re continuing to enrich lives. We’re so grateful!
I got to write about our current "new normal" for the MOPS Blog today. I hope this encourages you! "But today, I learned about the flies and the chocolate. That something I can’t stand creates something I crave. That if we didn’t endure the buzzing of the flies, we couldn’t enjoy the sweetness of chocolate." Link in bio #mopsinternational #decidetorise #coronavirus #motherhood
Gettin’ a little lonely. Built ourselves a friend. #quarantine
“This is no different.” A timely quote from #whendormantdaffodilsbloom Click the link in my bio for your next #socialdistancing read! #amreading #indieauthorsofinstagram #bookstagram #cleanromance
I opened my kitchen window today. A breeze drifted in and danced on my counter tops. It carried with it the smell of spring and the sounds of life. My children laughing outside. My neighbor mowing his lawn. Birds singing. Dogs barking. That lawn mower nearly brought tears to my eyes. It was the most ordinary of sounds. One that put me smack dab in the middle of summer and warmth and ease and joy. Smack dab in the middle of the realization that life is still happening. Seasons are still turning. Summer is still coming. We’ve been home for five days now, doing our small part to stop the spread of death and disease. The battle for my mind has raged from moment to moment. One minute, I’m content, the next I’m worried. You probably aren’t all that different. You’re probably tucked away inside too. Open your window. Let the air dance across your face. Listen to the world keep turning. Remember that walls might be keeping us safe but they aren’t keeping us apart. Open your window. Life is still happening. Summer will still come. #magnificentordinary #covid_19 #colorado #home
It’s bedtime on Monday night. To say that we’re all limping to our beds is an understatement. My eight year old, Judah walks up to me as I’m wrestling his little brother into pajamas. Judah’s arms are full of the laundry he’s putting away. His head is full of the math problems he solved during homework and the songs he practiced at piano lessons. He’s worked hard today. “Mama,” he says with tired eyes. “When is our next Sabbath?” My heart turns over at his question. Turns over and spills out joy and relief. He gets it. He understands the gift of rest. “Saturday,” I tell him with a smile. He smiles back and his eyes gain a far off look. Dreaming of the day that we’re promised and commanded to keep. Weeks ago we told our kids over Mexican food and crayon covered kids menus all about what the Sabbath is. About how God told us in the Bible to work for six days but on the seventh day, we rest. We promised that on that day, no one would have to wake up early or clean their rooms or do any homework. That we would play and read and laugh and eat. That this day is a requirement of God but really, it’s a gift. Their little eyes lit up with joy. I saw in their smiles an understanding of God’s love. We’re told to keep the Sabbath Holy. I don’t think it’s because God wants us to feel bound by rules or obligation. I think it’s because this rest, this gift from him, is a Holy revelation of his love for us. A Holy reminder that obedience doesn’t always have to mean sacrifice. A Holy 24 hours where we feel his desire to refresh us and give us good things. My son looked forward to Saturday all week long. We all did, really. And when that Holy day came, we walked up to the park and ran around in the sunshine. “Judah, are you enjoying your Sabbath?” I asked him while he sat down on the swings. “Yeah!” he said in his quiet way. “What does this day tell you about God?” I asked. “Well, he gave us this day of rest after all our hard work. He loves us.” Jesus said all who are weary should come to him and find rest. That from the lips of children he has ordained praise. That day those things went hand in hand. #magnificentordinary

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