I’m feeling better, the sun came out,
and it’s time
for an important announcement:
We’re going on vacation!
Kinda sorta. Maui? Not exactly… Chilly New England.
My Sweet Babboo is off from teaching this week. He’ll be working a second job (what a hero, allowing me to stay home with the kids!) and we’ll be here, same as always –
we will not be getting up before it’s light,
he will not be face-to-face with 9th graders all day (9th graders of the world, you understand, right?)
I will not be blogging.
In honor of a vacation-of-sorts, I’m taking a week off to do some maintenance work on The Full Vine. I truly love writing to you each day, and I want to make it the best experience possible for everyone who pops in.
While Mama works, please continue to stop by and nose around my re-do’s and experiments. Most of all, have a wonderful week, and know that I’m thinking of you.
To kick off my week of semi-silence, here’s the REAL soul food thought for today:
Every time I bend over to scoop up one of my chillins, I am stooping. Bending. Creaking a little, maybe, but stopping in the middle of what I’m doing to fully hold and lift them.
Your right hand supports me.
You stoop down to make me great.
It is impossible for me to fathom the Sovereign Creator bending down to notice and help me. But somehow the feeling of lifting my hefty 20lb 7 month-old helps me grasp it a little. He’s helpless, even though he’s huge.
I’m helpless, too. And I am not judged for that. God isn’t pointing his finger at me and scolding me as I’m so apt to do to my own children. He’s gentle and humble. Jesus Christ the Man proved that.
Thank you, God, for supporting me, being gentle with me, and stooping down to identify with me in my weakness. I love you for it.
Until next time, friends!
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