Expectant

Jesus!

That was the first word Pastor Curtis wanted to say at our first core group meeting for Bayou City Fellowship.

It seems so long ago and just yesterday all at the same time.

A couple of days before Curtis sent out the invitations to come and hear about his vision, Drew and I went to Pastor Curtis and Amanda's house.

We kneeled on their living room floor, invitations in the middle of the four us, spread all around.

And we prayed.

We prayed that these friends of ours would catch the vision.

We prayed that God would rise up the leaders for BCF.

We prayed that each and every person would have clear wisdom and discernment whether they were to come and be a part of this church plant.

We prayed expectantly.

We expected God to move, to work, to do miracles.

And He has.

And we continue to pray expectantly.

We are going to be meeting publicly for the first time on Sunday, September 11, 2011.

We pray expectantly that God will fill our meeting place, Houston Christian High School at 10 am.

We invite you to come worship our Jesus with us!

We invite you to come pour out your life as we serve our community.

We are expectant with anticipation.

Check out our website. 

If I know you in real life, call me, email me, text me, dm me, ask me!  We want you there!  And we want you to bring your friends!

Consider this your invitation.

School Days

So, yesterday school started!  Sage went to first grade. Kolby to kindergarten.  I wasn't over the top emotional about Kolby starting kindergarten, maybe because Sage just started last year?  And I wasn't emotional about Sage starting first grade.

I was incredibly nervous about teaching them at home 2 days a week.

Seriously, Sunday night, Drew and I sat on our dining room floor while I bawled and told him all my worries.  He was really sweet and just held me.  One thing he said was "If you would listen to yourself, you would realize these worries aren't really a big deal."  He said it lovingly.  And he was right.  I might have been crying because I bought them rolling backpacks (school's suggestion) and then I worried about how they would get them up the stairs and I wouldn't be able to help them and I really shouldn't have wasted our money and maybe I should order them new backpacks.  Really, I really cried over that.  Mostly, I was so nervous about today, teaching them at home and what Levi and Annika would do and how I would help Kolby to focus.

And today came.  I woke up at 5:15 because I knew I needed some serious time with the Lord before I started teaching my children.  I pray that I keep that attitude all year because I need Him to teach through me every Tuesday and Thursday.

Only one time did I bring my hands to my cheeks because everyone was talking at once, asking a question.  Much like I feel in a store when I'm trying to find something and they are all asking for something at the same time.  Flustered.

But!  We got through everything we were supposed to.  Before lunch.

Boy, I wasn't ready for that!  My adrenaline dropped and I was pooped.

God's given me grace to keep going.  We even got to swim while Annika and Levi napped.  It's so much more enjoyable to swim without holding Annika!

So, yes, it's the first day, but I really loved it!

I know there will be hard days, but at this moment, I can see, it will all be totally worth it.

5 Minutes, No Editing

We did it!  We moved.

Technically, the moving company moved us.  They showed up at 7:30am, packed our 1800 square foot, 3 bedroom town home, packed up our 5x7 storage unit and drove it across town, unpacked the truck and were done by 3:30pm.  Amazing and worth every penny.  They also set up the beds.

The day before we moved, we closed on our old house at 9am.  The buyers closed on our house at 3pm.  We got word that their funding cleared, papers were all signed and we closed on our new house at 4pm.  It was flawless and amazing. Praise Jesus!

We painted the boys' room from pink to light gray. (Yes, they still share a room, it's quite large)

Sage turned 7.  We celebrated as a family at Chuck E. Cheese.

10 days after we moved, we left to visit our families.

Annika learned how to pull herself to stand on furniture.

Drew's sister came home with us for 10 days.

I attended co-teacher training for our new school.

Annika turned one.

Annika learned how to climb up the stairs.

The next day, Annika fell down the stairs.  (Somehow she stopped herself about 4 steps from the bottom of the floor which is tile, Praise Jesus!)

We have a lot of painting to accomplish.

I'm living in a state of overwhelmed, trying to make a to do list each day that is manageable and things that are important.

What hasn't been important is unpacking Drew and my suitcases from vacation.  Our room needs an intervention.  An intervention called, put some laundry away and finish unpacking the night stands.  I don't know about y'all but our night stands have a way of turning into a bunch of random crap that doesn't really have a home with a lot of books piled on top and around them translating into really fun boxes to unpack.

I don't know how much I'll be writing on here.  I feel like there is stuff that I can't/don't want to share and it is heavy on my mind blocking other words from flowing.  Life stuff, kid stuff.  I don't want to over share stuff about my kids and have them regret it later in life.  I don't want to over share my stuff and regret it later in life.  Like tomorrow.

Here's what I can share.  I need to order a book.  A book called Raising A Sensory Smart Child.  I read the reviews on Amazon and our occupational therapist recommended it.  And I just. don't. want. to.  Maybe because it would be admitting there is more going on.  Maybe not.  Maybe because I'm tired.  Maybe because I wonder if I'm giving him excuses for my poor parenting.  I don't know.

I do know my 5 minutes is far from over.  I have laundry to fold, school books to ready, flash cards to tear apart, and the list goes on.