That I might have a few minutes to write a ‘real’ post? Yes, it is
After working most of the day on my linear perspective drawing, I’m almost caught up in art. I have read this weeks chapter on Drugs. I worked on Camryn’s Noah’s Ark Lapbook. I just need to put that stuff away and then I can get things out for school in the morning. I plan on being in bed before the husband leaves at 9:30pm. I’m really tired. This week is already looking as busy as the last two *sigh*. I long for a day with nothing to do or worry about getting done. I want to do Thanksgiving Lapbooks with the kids for school this year. I plan on working on them next week and the week of Thanksgiving. Trying to co-ordinate 3 lapbooks with 3 different ages is challenging, at its best and a disaster at its worse.
We are doing Thanksgiving dinner here with just the husband, little ones and whoever of the older kids stops by. Thanking the Lord, that I don’t have to deal with the inlaws this year and that I have a reason to not go that isn’t related to my being hateful. The husband will have to work that night so, that means he has to be in bed by 5 pm not conducive to eating with the relatives who eat dinner at 6 pm. Why they eat so late is beyond me. I have always had dinner at 2pm, which is the plan this year as well. The only downside of us eating alone is that I will have a bit too much time to miss my grandmother. She has been gone for 17 years, but I still miss her as much as the day she died. She was my best friend. She taught me to love unconditionally, a priceless gift, along with the ability to forgive. Although that takes me a bit of time in some cases. She loved my kids, all of them not just some of them. She would so love my little ones. As well as the husband. In my heart I know she would be proud of my finally going back to school and getting A’s. As well as the fact I left an abusive relationship. Even if she wasn’t sure about my homeschooling the kids she would be there to support me. Something that my mother has never been able to do. When I think about the two women in my life, I’m incredibly grateful for the Lord having my grandmother do most of the raising of me. My mother is a smart woman, however, she never learned the simple things in life. Material things mean more to her. I learned long ago that you can’t replace peace and God’s love for things that you can buy. It is hard for me to trust in the Lord to supply our needs but I’m getting better at it every day. I wish my mother had learned this. I know even if I can’t prove it that my mother has a borderline personality disorder. It makes me sad but again so grateful that my gram was there for me.
I once expressed how I was afraid of ending up like my mother to a couple of close friends, their responses were very quick and straight from God’s mouth~ ‘You at your worst could never be like her’, and ‘You don’t have to worry, you are nothing like her, because of God being there to take care of you.’ Yes, I’m very loved by the Lord. I just wish that my mother and older children knew what I know in my heart ~ that the Lord does forgive us for our sins, and that He loves us and provides for us. It only takes trusting in Him.
So this real entry ended up being a mish mash of thoughts, college, homeschooling, memories, and reflections of my mother and my faith. Hmmm, not sure where this well came springing from. Must be the approach of the holiday’s as well as missing my Gram. See what happens when I have time to write? You get things that maybe you didn’t really want to read.
