Today was one of the days when I was peeking over to the non-homeschooling side of the fence and thinking that the grass just had to be greener. Thankfully the Lord has given my husband the personality and patience to live with 6 women. So when I said/yelled, “Don’t you see I’m ruining everyone’s life!” He absorbed my shocking over-statement with a long deep breath, thought for a while, and reminded me to take it one step at a time. Just start with math. Ok, I can do that…
Recomposed we start math. But Kate is climbing on the table and Lucy has “dragon boogers” as Maggie calls them, and everyone keeps writing the number 4 backwards. AHHH!!!!
Now I remember the book I’m reading in the evenings, “A Praying Life” by Paul Miller. I had just read a part about anxiety being an opportunity to pray. “Anxiety wants to be God, but lacks God’s wisdom, power, or knowledge.” It is only when I am poor in spirit that I will pray continuously and find rest for my soul. So I pray. Then I notice that my kids are no different than I am (a conclusion I reach daily). They are frustrated with themselves and with the surroundings and they want to control it. So I pray with them and teach them what I’ve recently learned about prayer. Nothing has really changed around us, except we are all now resting in Jesus in the midst our mini-chaos. We finish our addition sentences, practice 4’s a little more, and have lunch.
I am graciously reminded that the grass is very lush in our backyard. I get to teach my kids to pray while the tears are still fresh in their eyes. I get to see them grow to trust in the goodness and control of their Lord moment by moment. What a privilege!