I only had a few photos out of the dozens of places we went and things we did at the end of this year's school term. These kiddos were so busy and I find myself wishing school would spread it out a bit more throughout the year, rather than running kids ragged for the final month. But that's just my opinion. Joe placed 7th in an all city track meet for triple jump. Which is darn hard, by the way. He wasn't at all impressed with his place. (He is always going to dream of the A+... just like his parents. Poor kid got a double dose. LOL)
In closing, as I try not to think about that growth too much... I wanted to share this encouragement from Oswald Chambers in "My Utmost for His Highest." (I love his writing.)
"And Peter...walked on the water to go to Jesus. But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid."
(Matthew xiv. 29-30)
"The wind was actually boisterous, the waves were actually high, but Peter did not see them at first. He did not recon with them, he simply recognized his Lord and stepped out in recognition of him and walked on the water. Then he began to reckon with actual things, and down he went instantly. If you are recognizing your Lord, you have no business with where He engineers your circumstances. The actual things are, but immediately you look at them you are overwhelmed, you cannot recognize Jesus, and the rebuke comes: "Wherefore didst thou doubt?" Let actual circumstances be what they may, keep recognizing Jesus, maintain complete reliance on Him. If you debate for a second when God has spoken, it is all up. Never begin to say-"Well, I wonder if He did speak?" Be reckless immediately, fling it all out on Him. You do not know when His voice will come, but whenever the realization of God comes in the faintest way imaginable, recklessly abandon. It is only by abandon that you recognize Him. You will only realize His voice more clearly by recklessness."
I have soaked these words in, exactly seven different times this week. Just so you know. "Fling it all out on Him in reckless abandon." Oh how I love the visual image I get when I read that. I can see myself taking all of my burdens, stuffing them into a big box, struggling to pull the cardboard flaps over the top and taping it closed carefully... then I bend with my knees, lift it to my chest, take a deep breath, and fling that box as hard as I can in the direction of my Lord, recklessly, without worrying that He will catch it. KNOWING that He surely will. Turning my back on where the box lands, entrusting that box fully into to His care. Then tipping my face upward... I look for His face warming mine, much like one lifts her face to catch the warm rays of the sun.
Happy Summer sweet things!!