The thing

May is the month of


     - trying to get across the finish line of the current school year,

     - getting curricula and plans all in place for next school year,

     - Little League,

     - clearing out the house for summer,

     - end-of-year recitals,

     - beginning of work on this year's Vacation Bible School,

     - and making massive amounts of strawberry jam.

Caleb, after walking one mile, and Lizzy, after running 3 miles.

Normal life also just goes on, which this month meant finishing up a comprehensive evaluation at the local school to see if Caleb might qualify for speech services there; graduation and planning an end-of-year field day and picnic for our support group; a doctor appointment wherein I learned that my cholesterol is still too high; and a 5K to benefit the local pregnancy center that our whole family participated in.

And I'm exhausted, and that could have something to do with my dropping into bed yesterday morning with a chest cough and not getting out of it yet. 

Caleb very willingly accompanied Daddy to the quarry to pick out more rocks for the sand pit. 

And buried among the calendar cluttered with events was one more meeting--one more thing that required emails back and forth, preparation and follow-up at home.


Except it wasn't just one more thing.  It was the thing.


God has been merciful, once again, to our little family.  He has reached into our world and claimed two more of our children's hearts for Himself.  Ada and Lizzy requested, and were granted, interviews with our elders to profess their faith, and are now scheduled to be baptized and become church members next month.

It looked like one more appointment, one more set of logistics to figure out.  But, oh Lord, give us eyes to look behind the curtain at the angels rejoicing, and the cosmic glory of young mouths confessing the Savior.

And evermore be this merciful to our family.  Draw our children's hearts to Yourself when I am too busy to even talk to them.  In my weakness, while I lie and cough and drink my chamomile, impress them with the Lord Who would not break a bruised reed--Who is enough for me when I'm not enough, and is enough for them at every age.