Wow. This feels weird...posting a journal online for all to see and read. Not that anyone is reading it at this point. Which is fine. Whether anyone ever reads this, I'm writing again at almost 35 years old. And that feels pretty good.
It's not that my life has been void of contribution. I fill my days with the energy and purpose of discipling young minds and making my home a place that is welcoming and peaceful. I often fail miserably, but each day, it's such a comfort to me that I get a do-over. That every morning God's mercies are new and the slate is clean. Even as a mother of five, I feel that most days I'm still figuring alot of things out. I don't think God gives us children because of how smart or gifted we are, but to reveal to us our weaknesses and flaws so that we might turn to Him and be changed, be molded into someone a little kinder, a little more patient, a little more forgiving. Maybe the fact that I have five means I need a lot more teaching and molding than most.
I have to stop posting now, because it's read aloud time at the Cherry house. We are reading a book called "Number the Stars" by Lois Lowry.
It's a wonderful book set during WW II in Denmark. I highly recommend it.