It’s a rare quiet moment ‘round these parts and all the kiddos except my oldest is in bed. He is listening to an audiobook, I’ve been crocheting on my granny stripe blanket, and all is well. This blanket. I may need to always have one going. It seriously is the most comforting thing to work on. It satisfies all my need for loud, lovely, riotous color, and simple, repetitious handwork.
Seems like lately it’s rush, rush, rush to everything with everyone, along with the general eye-widening (read:glazed) overwhelm of child-teaching and child-training etc., and my brain is having a hard time keeping up. So, on Monday, when we already had a babysitter for an appointment, I took the opportunity to go to a coffee shop afterwards for a few hours and make lists of every last thing I could think of. It was absolutely wonderful. I reworked our chore list, finished some menu planning, solidified the babysitters we need for the month, made master/weekly/daily to-do lists, and other lists of whatever came to mind. My mind feels much more free to actually work in any given moment rather than stumbling over all of the to-do’s and random info I’ve been storing in it.
This has been a work in progress, and I do believe it will become a habit I practice regularly. The other week when struggling, I made a list, jotting down everything that came to mind. I then divided it into four different categories: God’s Business, To Pray About, Thankful For, Take Action.
And so begins my journey with brain-dumping. I’ve journaled for years, (as in: since 2nd grade, and yes, I still have every.last.one. of those old diaries and notebooks and journals) and that is a type of brain-dumping. But this is more organized, and truly does help my frame of mind just to get everything out on paper.
I’m not organized by nature. I love the idea. But I tend to fly by the seat of my pants, which = generally not in a straight line. So when I made all my lists on Monday, and actually accomplished some things on them, I sort of couldn’t believe it. Yay.
On another subject, we are winding down our school year. We’re all ready to be done. I have things that need to happen around here (yes, they are on a list) besides teaching school, and everyone is ready to not be required to do math/copywork/etc. every day. It sounds good to have a change of pace.
I got some watercolors the other day, and the girls absolutely love them. We’ve been doing scribble painting – just scribble a bunch on the paper, paint, and the end result looks like stained glass. Such a cheap and lovely thing to do.
We’ve began our days several mornings lately on the front porch, with me and my coffee and devotions, and children joining me one by one as they get up. There’s just nothing like the mornings, with its golden light making everything sparkle, and the sleepy, squinty morning-fresh faces all snuggled up in their blankies. Kitty-holding, playing catch with our dear Trigger-dog, and bike riding. It’s a good way to begin the day.
We’ve got a fresh batch of chickens, getting about 7-8 eggs a day, and the chicks the boys have raised will be laying soon too. It’s lovely to have brown eggs and an abundance of them. They hope to be selling them soon, as soon as we aren’t using everything that comes in. Miss A’s favorite chore is to gather the eggs, and her and Miss E come in crowing with delight at how many! and oh look! …Along with several egg misfortunes, due to the trauma of being carried in pockets or by a certain 4 year old who hasn’t quite grasped the concept of Egg Fragility.
It’s a good life we live. I’m seeing more and more the need to press in to Jesus, to rely on Him for the most mundane things and believe Him. Believe He’s doing good things. Believe He wants to help me order our days. Asking Him what I need to do next. Believing He’ll show me. Believing He covers me and my days with grace, and shows me how to do the same with these lives He’s entrusted us with. The picture is so much bigger than what I realize or even remember in the moment. Soul-shaping, and responding in love, training and guiding, and learning to let go. What utter sanctification this mothering journey is. And what a good Father, who gives only good gifts, and knows what we need and how to get us where He has us going.