Like most families, we are adjusting to the new school year with some bumps in the road. I apologize for my spotty posts of late. PJ and Kate start next week, but we started doing a developmental repair program for PJ this week that takes about 3 hours each day. I've scheduled every activity and spread them out through the day, but it's a lot of work on top of school. The specialist that put the program together recommended strongly that we take him out of school and homeschool him this year. I'm not ready to do that, but I understand why she would recommend it.
On top of all of this we have nearly every evening booked through Easter. We have two nights each week that are tentatively roped off for family time. The nice part about this is that I know what I'll be doing. I have margin planned, but not a huge amount.
I have come to love the freedom and spontenaity of the way God has been using me over the last few years. I have loved that I have room in my schedule for interruptions. Saturday night, my husband, John actually brought my own words back to me, reminding me that interruptions are people--I almost cried.
Now, I guess I get to see how God works when life is busy. I could be terrified that He will forget me. I'm more terrified that I will forget Him in the busy-ness He has orchestrated. I can't do this without Him. I know He is so present with me now--can He be just as present and guiding when there is no room that I can see for His interruptions? I didn't want to have it that way. He has wedged me here.
I've made intentional choices in line with the priorities He has for our children and family. I've talked over every commitment with John and he agrees they are all important--not just good, they are God priorities and He hasn't shut the door on any of them. I've even turned down opportunities for ministry that I'd love right now because I just can't take on anything more. Nearly all of the new commitments within my family fit within the schedule we've had for the last year. Maybe I will still have all that spontenaity and I just don't know it yet.
A this point I have a choice for fear or faith. My heart is not comfortable with this--it feels like stretching. I choose to trust that He will do far more than I could ask or think.