It's been months since a blogged. My baby was a newborn the last time I sat down to think life through. She's sitting here now, desperately trying to roll over - plump, happy, and a fantastic sleeper - curious about EVERYTHING that moves around her. She's 5 months! Our big boy is on a potty training mission and our firstborn is rapidly becoming a young child with an identity all her own. To say life is moving quickly is an understatement. I think hyper speed is more accurate. With our impending move - and all of the changes that our little ones (and Steve and I too) have experienced and will experience, I'm learning so many lessons. God has been faithful (in ways I never would have guessed) and its an adventure (albeit stressful and scary for me each morning) to see just how He's going to provide.
It's no secret that I'm a planner by nature. I like control. I like order. I like to manage craziness. (In fact, I'm pretty positive that's what got me the current job I have outside of our home) So, the fact that each morning this week I've risen early, started my coffee, and THEN pondered how "everything" was going to fit into my allotted waking hours, is something rare for me. It's even more rare that, after thinking, I come to the realization that its never going to fit. No matter how many ways I twist it, the naps I re-arrange, the errands I push off ... it isn't going to work.
So, I'm forced to begin each day - with eager expectation ... waiting on the Lord ... seeing just what He is going to put in my path that makes it all work out. A week ago it was a family friend who took my kids for the morning (all three of them) so I could pack, clean, run, shower, work, anything I wanted without balancing the babes. Over the weekend, it was Steve's parents who came to touch up the paint, do window work, clean the basement, and give us general manpower that we desperately needed. On Monday, our sweet neighbors (and former student) shoveled my driveway and the sidewalk because he knew I was husbandless for the night and wouldn't get to it. Yesterday at work, it was friends who listened, truly listened, to what was plaguing me - and offered sincere help. Yesterday, our school connections gave us wonderfully clean carpets - on less than 12 hours notice - and it makes all the difference in the world in here! And last night, it was Kayleigh's pre-school teacher who gave me a ride home because I got dropped off at school with no vehicle. This weekend, Steve's sister is going to play with the big kids so I can continue packing - and his parents will bring their trailer to help us haul more than a vanload up to storage.
It's a very difficult adventure for me - I don't like relying on other people. I don't enjoy "flying by the seat of my pants" and lots of this feels that way to the planner in me. BUT I truly know that I'm learning valuable lessons about who controls my life - my day to day - and about how to live in community. I can't count the number of people who have been a blessing to us through this process - and I'm sure there are more to be brought to light yet. But, I'm thankful for the powerful way that God is teaching me to rely completely on Him, each morning, - and to humbly ask for help when I need it.
Sigh ... God IS good.
Now, off to see how we manage Pre-K, ballet, basketball buddies and gymnastics with 3 kids, 1 (tired) mom, and 1 car!