Our Daily Bread

So, the love of my life came home today, looked me in the eye, and apologized for being let go from his job. Can you say, "unprepared?" I have to admit that I am still numb from the shock of it all and I am not looking forward to the return of feeling tomorrow. There are so many questions that I don't even know how to begin to answer at this time. We have not told the boys. We actually don't know what to say to them.

I am reminded of this Sunday's sermon, preached by my husband, "Our Daily Bread." In a nutshell, he dealt with trusting the Lord instead of ourselves for our daily provision. I have recently started sharing tips on living our lives as a witness for Christ during the service. Wouldn't you know? The topic this week was releasing everything about yourself and your life to God, just letting go, and allowing Him to love you. The thought is, if you let Him shower you with his amazing love, it can't help but overflow and splash on your circumstances and all those around you. But we have to first let it all go so that we can make room for Him to do that.

So I'm trusting God. I told Him that I felt He could've chosen a less painful way to make us literally put our money where our mouth is, but I know that none of this is a surprise to Him. I'm trusting Him and giving this entire situation to Him and I will allow Him to love me as I learn to really love and depend on Him during all of this.

Please pray for my family. My goal is to bring the joy. To be the soft spot my husband needs to turn to if it gets to be too much. To be the smile my children see when they worry about their well-being.

In addition to my usual posts on my boys, homeschooling, and their crazy antics, I will also talk about the lessons I'm learning as we go through what I prayerfully hope to be a very short time of unemployment for my husband.

Moments in Boyland

After a wonderful family outing to Kita, our favorite local sushi restaurant, we all trampled into the house. The oldest two boys were sent up to their room to change into their pajamas while I put the baby to bed and my husband took care of the dog.

Not even ten seconds after entering their room, Stephen let out an ear-piercing scream and all I heard from Andrew is, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it!" I swept poor Caden up off the changing table and into my arms, and ran as fast I could, with Chip not too far behind me. Entering the room, I skidded to a halt, quickly assessing the situation: blood pouring out of Stephen's mouth, down his beautiful plaid shirt, and onto the cream carpet. His brother standing there bug-eyed with fear (I don't think he's ever seen that much blood in real life). Blankets and throw pillows on the floor (not sure how that happened in less than ten seconds).

And then, everything came back into focus and the yelling began (I am not a perfect work). In the midst of the chaos, we learned that Andrew and Stephen were playing ninjas or some must-involve-bodily-contact boy game, when Andrew accidentally kicked Stephen in the mouth. Hence the wild-banshee screaming and blood. Lifting a quick prayer to Jesus for my baby's pearly whites, I cleaned him up, rinsed him out, and discovered a tiny gash on his tongue (salt water, store-brand mouthwash, and prayer work wonders). I haven't been that relieved in a long time...

Lessons learned by all:
Andrew: You really should pay attention to the disclaimer, "Do not try this at home"
Stephen: ALWAYS protect the face!
Mom and Dad: It usually looks worse than it really is.