If you would have
ask my daughter last night she would have told you that I was going
for mean mom of the year!! I would have told you I felt like I was
also. It was what we have come to call a somewhat normal Tuesday in
October. Which means the girls have something to give/do/ say to our
pastors at our church, and we could have a soccer game. Which we did
last night. So we spent the morning like we do every other weekday
doing school and the girls had pick to make muffins for our Pastors
that day. So we were getting that all done. We ran things over to
the church only a few blocks from our house, but we still feel the
need to drive. In part due to that fact the girls are home-schooled
I still feel funny having them out and about during “School”
hours. Even if we had finish for the day, or more. But we did drive
over and handle out their muffins and the girls were able to help
with a job that they have come to love. Folding pizza boxes. I
know, right! But there is a Pizza Place here in the town we live
that if you bring back in 10 pizza boxes you get a medium
for $2! So needless to say our youth group is
glad to take pizza boxes off the hands of those in our church. We
left the church 45 minutes after getting there. Which for us is a
fast trip and I was able to drop the girls back off at the house with
their dad to eat lunch and have their reading time. I was off to
have lunch with a friend and just talk about life. I was back home
45 minutes later and helped the girls with their Awana verse and
clean up from lunch. We were all outside helping Matthew with some
yard work. That’s were we spent the rest of our afternoon.
Matthew left for class and the girls and I stay at what we were
working at and finish a few things. Before we knew it it was time to
make dinner and get around for the soccer game.
That’s when
things went from normal to bad! You see we have moved into our house
this summer back in June, and have been working on it so we are only
living in part of the house and still have boxes. We will just say
that it is less than ideal. I ask Jessalla to go and get her soccer
things around and get them on so we could leave after dinner. An
hour before she needs to be at her game, she tells me she can not
find her shirt. Dinner was almost, so I sent the girls in different
ways looking for it and I finish dinner. Then I went behind both
girls looking again once dinner was done. Checking the wash,
dressers, and any other place I could think of. An hour of looking
we are in the truck, with no dinner, no soccer shirt and a kid that
does not want to go and is crying about being late, and not having
what she needs. And mad at me that I’m making her go! I fully
understand how she was feeling and wanted more than anything to say
okay we do not need to go. But I did not, I made her go, telling her
all the way that she needed to do this because her team was counting
on her, even if she could not play. They needed her to cheer them on
and support them. Most of all they needed to know that they could
count on her. We made it to the game just as they were starting, and
as we got out she started crying again and with a hug and one more
little talk we walk to the fence and I sent her on her way.
On the way home
things were better and we were able to talk on the good things from
the game and whatnot. It maybe years before she see the full picture
but most of all she knows that it was done out of love. And as I was
writing this she was still talking about how hard it was for her to
have to sit on the sidelines why all her friends were playing and
how sad she felt. She was able to able to look at 1 Corinthians 10:31
which read: Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do,
do everything for the glory of God. We all have things that are hard
for us to do, or things we just do not do because it’s to hard.
Ask God to hold your hand, and PRAY! Just like the WWJD bracelets
from the 90’s.
She has one more
game this week on Thursday, and she found her shirt. We all walked away with a better understanding of what it is to give glory to God in
all that we do.
