So through life, death, through sorrow and through sinning.

Christ shall suffice me, for He hath sufficed.

Christ is the end, for Christ was the beginning–

Christ the beginning for Christ is the end.

~F.W.H. Meyer

For Today… March 30, 2010

Outside my window… spring sunshine…and enough pollen to keep me sneezing for all of eternity.

I am thinking… I'm so happy the revamping of the schoolroom is finished.  I love it!  It's literally a dream come true.  But it was a LOT of work, and I'm so ready for some normal life.

From the learning rooms… well, in light of all the work in "the learning room" the last week, actually learning has been a bit neglected.  But we will catch up.  For this week we are focusing mainly on Easter.  That's the beauty of homeschooling right?  What's the point if you can't set your own schedule?

I'm thankful for…  three little girls that think I'm so great they forgive me every time I do something dumb.  I know this is a temporary blessing, and I really need to stop taking for granted that it will always be this way.

From the kitchen… time to go to the grocery store…or there will be nothing from the kitchen pretty soon.  Last night we had the most wonderful (translate easy) fish tacos ever.

I am wearing… pajamas.

I am reading… Little Bear.  Looking for inspiration for Miss I's upcoming birthday!

I am creating… a new birthday crown for the baby who's almost three!

I am hearing… Caillou.  A morning without him is just not worth getting up to…right?

Around the house… Easter decor is out.  Cleaning is under control.  I put away laundry for TWO hours last night…and probably have about two more waiting for me today!  Yes we have too many clothes.  And YES we will be getting rid of some very soon!

A few plans for the rest of the week… going to visit my sister and celebrate her birthday.  If there's no rain we'll take a little field trip to this place tomorrow.  Good Friday service, dyeing some easter eggs (has anyone ever made their own dye?).  Church on Sunday.  A full week

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We started something new in January.

For the first time, we agreed to host/lead a small group from our church in our home.

I wanted to do it.  I was excited about it. Kind of.  But I kind of didn't want to do it.

The commitment was for once a week.  Two hours in our house.  

Hombre said about ten people, including us.

The week our group was supposed to start meeting, we found out there were going to be sixteen people in our group.  Not including us.

And I kind of freaked out. That just felt like so many people.  In my tiny little house. EVERY week.  And I just felt like I could NOT do it.

Hombre tried to reassure me.  We probably wouldn't end up with that many people.  Not everybody comes every time.

"Don't worry about it.  God will take care of it."

Nothing irritates me like when he says those words.  I was worried about it.  And what if God didn't take care of it in the way I thought He should?

I couldn't let it go and was becoming really overwhelmed by the whole thing.  I just wanted it to go away.

But I couldn't just say no.  I wanted to serve.  I wanted to share our home.  I didn't want to fight against something God had for us.

So conflicted.

Finally God brought me to the answer: submit to my husband.

That has become my new solution so many times lately when I am confused, and in this case, it was the best thing.

Stop trying to figure out if we can handle this thing, or if we shouldn't do it.  

Let my husband be the leader and take the responsibility,  and I will not think about it again. And I didn't.  

I told him my decision, and that was the end of it.  Whatever he decided was what would happen.

So we've hosted a group in our home for the last ten weeks.  

And not one time have sixteen people been here at once.

I've got to really know a totally random group of people that I never would have become friends with in any other way.

I've been stretched a little and blessed a lot, and learned that I can do way more than I feel like I can do; all through Christ who strengthens me.

I know the word "submit" relays a very negative idea for a lot of people.  Honestly, I feel sad for them.

Submission between a husband and wife who are both sincerely seeking the Lord is a gift. Hardly ever easy, I'll admit.  But the most rewarding things usually aren't.