"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives."
I have never watched Days of Our Lives but I have heard the beginning of it many times. It begins after our noon news and when I am watching I will catch the opening jingle. I have always pondered this line from the opening as it speaks the truth. Our lives are always moving forward. The season we are in will make that time seem faster or slower but just as the sand slowly drifts to the bottom, our lives are always steadily moving also.
Anyone that had read my little space on the web for sometime knows that I like simple, steady and routine. As we know life can be anything but that. Change and sometimes turmoil has been all around us lately.
My in-laws (Chuck's mom and step-dad) were basically forced out the church we use to attend alongside them. I have been encouraging her to see this as a blessing in disguise as they weren't happy, but wanted to fight for the good of their church home. The situation was impacting her health and although Chuck and I are sad it had to end this way we are grateful that they are out of this situation.
That situation led to the end of a friendship. I contacted her yesterday just to chat. It was a text conversation and I could tell by her response that she was cold toward me. She then said she thought she would never hear from me again after what happened with my mother-in-law. What? The thing that happened was between my mother-in-Iaw and the leaders of that church. Not my friend, or myself. I said that no matter what or where we might be we were all part of God's family. That ended that. I guess I am suppose to be upset with anyone at that church and it must be them against all who have left. It was awkward, sad and hurtful. Our relationship had been strained since we left that church. I can see that God put us together for a season and that season is over. Honestly, I am fine with it.
I have been open about how tight our finances have been since I had heart surgery. Our run in with the septic left me extremely stressed out. I broke down with Chuck and told him I didn't know what we were going to do as we couldn't rob Peter to pay Paul since Peter was broke too! He laughed at me. He took control of the situation and did some fancy figuring and found a way for us to be able to pay off almost all of our debt. Things will still be tight. Just not strangling tight.
That leads me to our decision about Megan and school. We had been weighing options. Praying about things. We asked Megan to take a week and pray about what she wanted. (Although the ultimate decision would be ours.) She talked to her friends, one of her teachers and came back at the end of week and said she was indecisive. Chuck and I took an afternoon and went out for lunch. We had one of those conversation that really flow and you pour out your heart. We both agreed that financially we couldn't pay for private school any longer. Ultimately Chuck made the final decision and we are going to homeschool.
I couldn't make the decision because I was so torn. As much I wanted to say yes I was held back by my fear. The fear that I will fail Megan. That fear is starting to subside. As my mom said if it doesn't work out then we can make a change the following school year. I am now feeling peace and excitement about our new journey.
There will always be changes and struggles as the sand of life shifts. I am in a good place and feeling at peace with the decisions we have made and even with the turn of events that have been out of our control. Through all moments God is faithful and I am extremely grateful.
Now that I have probably shared more then you need to know I am off to start the day. I will have The Tuesday Tackle back next week. I couldn't seem to get my act together to tackle much of anything last week. ;)
May your day be filled with joy in the journey!