Should I write every day? All I know is I don't want to become some kinda philosopher. In teaching the children, I'm confident that not much "sticks" without relevance and that's how I wanna keep this, relevant to the goings on of the day.
I cannot believe January has come to an end, so I'm looking over my "aspirations", and can say that I'm disappointed I haven't cracked my Bible 'til last night in desperation, of course. I was glad to find again that, "God has chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty...things which are not, to bring things that are: that no flesh should glory in his prescence," which reminds me that when I get lost in how to tear down the wall, God is in the business of making something from nothing. Last night I was able to walk through the fear of the past returning.
Next is the "moving and shaking" of the children. Academically, I'd say January was a loss. Life altering January WAS. 2 small boys came into our midst: training, obeying, adjusting...They are accepted now, truly accepted, into the fold for as long as it may be. Madalynn (2) even frowned on me in discipline of one of them and said, "Be nice to my brother," ...and no one had referenced that word for her.
I just hung up from a call with Megan who's up for an interview with Nascar again and if all falls in place, she could be back with us, since most of the time she would be traveling anyway. (11 of us, wow!) Miranda (16) is my escorter (when she's not working) of basketball players (McKala, Michael, and Melody) and enjoying every minute of it. Macklynn (5) and I hula hooped together yesterday and I imagine the bicyclers, who went by before I noticed, winced and gave an extra heeve ho up the hill. Thankfully, Madalynn's Fifth's is fading fast. I'm wearing a lot of Manuel's supper, but in the end, he ate and it WAS something he liked a few nights ago. He simply didn't want the help I gave him to scoop up a bite. It wasn't a battle I cared to have tonight, but to gain a child's whole heart, I have to gain his will. Sebastian (2) was the bit of exercise I had today. We were having a wrangle with a sword when he sat down and threw up his feet and I took off. He held on for life and roared as I ran up and down the hall with him.
Taking care of this body wasn't quite as easy as I'd hoped since I just got over the state of confusion I've been in caused by fluid in my ears. Eating is under control. Half servings isn't too big a deal with some forethought. I'm gettin' a little jazzed about the thigh high boots the girls found for me tonight. Incentive to "rock" something works for me, so does camouflage of the veins that ARE worth having for 7 healthy babies.
Friends - I've never been surrounded by so many good people.
February, here we come.
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