I've been in somewhat of a pit, always striving yet always missing the mark.
This week I got back to the basics. Back to the priorities, away from my own selfish desires. And I re-discovered grace that rains down from heaven. The kind of rain that the sun shines through and the warm spreads through your clothing and you want to spread you arms out wide and take off twirling in the yard.
I am sure it is no coincidence that this all happens the week after Sam's lengthy basketball season ends.
I often find that I am struggling with the sacrifices that are needed for homeschooling. I sometimes, ok more than sometimes, find myself jealous of others that can freely go and come during the day. I try and do that. It fails and backfires in my face immediately. I was in this vicious cycle for a few months. Spending too much time out of the house, away from schooling, coming home and being frustrated that we didn't complete as much school work as I had hoped that week. Then I would blow up. Frustration in abundance for all.
I've spent this week getting back to the priorities. God has called us to home school these precious babies He has given us, and I need to be content with the call. I am going to greatly scale back our activities for the rest of the year so we can finish the year strong. I am going to put me feet on the solid Rock. I am going to be content with the call that the Lord has given me, for when I am weak He makes me strong.