Okay, after a post full of God’s provision . . . don’t misunderstand me.
Life here is not idyllic. Life here is hard.
About 4:45 this morning I laid in bed praying for strength for today. Yesterday was a very long day.
At 8am I had kids waiting on my front porch. I had to make a walmart run so they had to stay outside till I got home.
While I was unloading the groceries, I heard numerous complaints that I was gone too long and I didn’t come and get them the second I got home.
My house is infested with some small gnats and I can’t get rid of them. I walk around with a fly swatter most of the day.
It is like 100 degrees here and the kids are too hot to play outside. But how many kids can you entertain in your house at any given time? I will let you know when I find out.
I have picked up thousands, okay maybe not that many, toys and water guns.
Dolled out hundreds, that number is correct, of popsicles.
Whipped up gallons of gatorade.
It felt like I hand washed 100 cups. Prolly just 50.
I referred many of arguments. I sent a group of boys home for picking on a younger kid. I received a tongue lashing from said kids mom for not doing enough to protect her kid.
Oh, the best part. One sweet friend dropped my new iphone in the water I was using to wash the cups. It no longer works.
So, at 4 am, I was thankful for a group of people who are going to show up at the church behind our house today to help play and tutor with the kids. If all the sudden I wind up missing . . . Don’t come looking for me hiding out in my bathtub. You might find me.