Pulled into the driveway after running an errand after work to see that the grass was being mowed and edged. Ahh. Fresh cut grass. We are blessed that, as a very generous gift, someone has hired a gentleman to come take care of our yard. (If that didn't happen, we'd get lost in our yard. Time and health conditions do not lend themselves to a lot of yard work.) As I went into the house, I noticed a fire dept. vehicle from Chad's city pull up behind me. Not a big red fire truck, an admin SUV. As I walked in the door, I announced who pulled up behind me. Chad struggled to get up from his spot on the couch, using his crutches to steady himself and get across the room. I went back out onto the front porch to greet the firemen, and as I did the exterminator pulled up. Of course, we saw a few termites swarming over Easter weekend, so we called Roscoe the exterminator to come take a look. The dog, Dixie, was in the house to give some relief to Greeson, the lawn expert. Three kids with after-school busy-ness, the lawn man (sent from God), the exterminator, an assistant fire chief and another fire officer, the outside dog inside, the husband struggling to get around...why did I leave work? :) And also, I need all of you people gone before I leave for my 6 o'clock meeting, thank you. It was a time I wanted to laugh as well as throw my hands up to say "I'm done." But not before I reminded Seth to turn on the oven to start dinner. :)
The lawn looks good. The termites have not nested in our house. The dog behaved inside. Whew.
The discussion with the fire dept. staff, as well as the most recent multi-symptom, multi-system health issues Chad's been experiencing, are leaving feelings of uncertainty.
Then let's get to work, shall we? State standardized testing, disruptions to the "normal" schedule, and most pertinent, a student death and the effect it has on every person in the school. This has left students and adults at the school with a sense of uncertainty on some levels.
I'm beginning to feel like a person standing as a target, being plastered with paintballs. Each one hitting and stinging a little, then splattering paint around that leaves a mess. I'm covered in colors of paint and am continuing to be pelted with more.
It would be easy to cower down and accept all of it. To be stung by the hits and let the bruises hurt me. But easy isn't in my vocabulary these days!
Every night as I pray with and for my kids, I pray that they will have courage and confidence. Not just in who they are and what they look like, but that they will have the courage and confidence to rely on the One who makes us brave.
Stumbled across this song this week and have listened to it at least 50 times. The link below is to a video of the song. I haven't really watched that, just listened to the words. Knowing there's a plan in the midst of uncertainty.
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