The more things change, the more they stay the same…or so the saying goes.  It’s been just about 4 months since CE has been home and CLEARLY we are all MUCH better off for it.   In fact, the saying between my hubby and I when we are going through a transitional time, probation speed bump, parenting challenges, etc, etc. is, “It’s better than it was.”  It’s a given that it’s true, but it helps to bring us back to THIS moment, THIS time.  Reminding us that nothing is forever (good or bad) and whatever it is, we WILL get through it.  This past week, we’ve used that phrase ALOT!!  Now that I am returning to a more “normal” state of mind, I was amused with several things that change and yet….they don’t, in a funny little way.

• One of our children (to remain nameless…) has ALWAYS given me a hard time going to sleep.  And with all that her blessed little heart has been through in her short life, it boils down to my enabling her out of self preservation and exhaustion that this maddening pattern continues.  Enter Daddi-O coming home (the FAR more consistent parent) and we are beginning to make strides in breaking habits.  Though not broken yet, he never fails to make me laugh when he references this book when we are having a particularly difficult evening. Now I am FULLY aware how controversial this book is and would NOT speak in this manner to any of our kids, but trust me….between CE and I, it is an instant tension reliever and buys our daughter a little time while I regain composure.  I suppose I may endure the Giant Internet Hand of Spanking for even endorsing this book, but REALLY, it wouldn’t be so funny if it wasn’t so obvious that it’s a rite of passage in parenting in putting children to sleep.  So that’s changing…..and yet, not….
• The girls have had bunk beds in our house since we moved in 2 years ago.  They have the smallest bedroom and logistically, it makes sense.  A month or so before CE came home, they wanted to un-bunk (after viewing their brother’s newly un-bunked room) and so we did.  It left very little room to “play” but was really nice as far as making the bed, tucking in the girls and waking them in the morning, however, after about 6 months of this, they wanted to re-bunk.  And so today back UP they went. The boys’ beds will re-bunk tonight also.  Much roomier all around…now I’ll just have to find the pink paint to touch up the gouge from the UN-bunking since it’s pretty obvious now…..
• The Mass seating order must not be changed.  Ever.  Trust me on this one.  Just don’t.
• Math homework is still way harder for us than the kiddos.  Of course, luck for them Daddi-O has far more patience and endurance in explaining and helping out.  Now this is good timing for the boys, because Algebra and I were NEVER friends.  Ever.  And that’s just not going to change.
• CE still eats a TON, works hard and loses weight.  I get up at 4:45 a.m. to hit the gym and the scale doesn’t budge.  I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with me thinking I can eat, too.  Even though I’m not outside in the heat lugging concrete for hours on end or carpentering and painting…..it’s still a mystery to me…hmmmmm
• The chores still get done.  The lawn still gets mowed.  Eventually.

Sometimes it IS hard to see the forest through the trees.  When you are right in the middle of it.  The big picture, the whole forest, is jumbled up and difficult to comprehend.  This week was one of those weeks.

Dealing with probation is not easy.  For someone who is “used to” the system, that person might have a little more insight and patience in understanding how it all operates.  For someone else who is used to the “real world”, the frustrating motives and hoops necessary to jump through to satisfy the state are beyond mind boggling and maddening.  You just scratch your head and say “WHAT?!?!”  Having insufficiently jumped through a recent hoop, my hubby and I were subjected to a few days of distress, completely at the mercy of the system.  It was enough to send me into a spiral of confusion and depression, questioning my faith and flailing in the interim.  It wasn’t much better for my hubby.  I can assure you, it wasn’t pretty.

However, over these past years, I am beyond blessed to have a strong group of prayer warriors who will pray at the drop of the hat.  Even though my local Christian community is hardly existent, my REAL Christian community has been faithful and true.  This week they prayed FOR me when I couldn’t pray myself.  Offering Scripture encouragement and exhortations, holding my heart in their hands and raising my eyes UP to The One who can handle it all.  It was the most awesome display of the true power of prayer I have experienced in several years.

Through their intercession and guidance I was able to drop every worry (even if only for a short period of time at first) at the foot of The Cross.  “Here, you take it Jesus, I can’t do this anymore.”  It was enough.  To get me back on my feet, to refresh my faith, to restore hope and trust.  Though that peace was threatened again last night with a “routine” house check, a quick shout-out and time in the Psalms provided enough strength to get through and to recover.  This road surely has bumps and hills and valleys still to come, however, I am confident in Christ to guide me, guard me and provide me with what I need along the way. Maybe in time, I’ll even be able to see the forest through the trees.  For now, it’s a take-it-one-day-at-a-time scenario.  Trust and obey.  (for the entire lyrics, click here)

Trust and obey, for there’s no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey. 

and a verse I have heard SEVERAL times this week…….

Romans 8:31 (NIV)

What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?

                                         My best friends today!

I don’t remember the last time I used a sick day for myself.  When I could scarcely eat my dinner (and TRUST me, that RARELY happens…2003 is my last recollection of something like that) and went from the table to the bed fully clothed under my comfy blanket, I had a feeling I’d be calling out this morning.  Fortunately, I think it’s just a bad cold that responded (mostly) to LOTS of sleep, water and rest today.  Though, to be honest, it was somewhat humorous to see the confusion among my husband and children as they regrouped for Plan B.  I am happy to report in the “sink-or-swim” methodology, they did swimmingly!

With the day off, I managed to be highly productive on the reading front—in between naps—and the blog front as I had an uninterrupted day of researching, phone calling IT and finally committing to the new blog site.  (The previous two posts were written in limbo).

Mostly though, this restful day reminded me how important it is to take the time to REST.  And in this busy, chaotic time of back-to-school when our days are filled with work/school/homework/after school activities/family time opportunities to “Rest” are few and far between.  What if we dedicated one night a week to unplug and hang out?  What if we dedicated on day a month to chill as a family?  Tough to do.  When our priorities are to our children’s sports, extracurricular activities at school, churches, volunteer hours, it’s hard to find the ability to chill out and “Rest”!  If we aren’t rested, if our families aren’t rested, how do we EVER learn to REST?  Not resting leaves us vulnerable to sickness:  physical, emotional and spiritual.  Drained.  Wiped out.  Blah.  Rest revives us, renews our spirit and gives us courage and hope to put one foot in front of the other and face another day with priorities in order allowing all else to hopefully fall into place.

Be still and rest in the Lord; wait for Him and patiently lean yourself upon Him; fret not yourself because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who brings wicked devices to pass. Psalm 37: 7