1.8 million, that’s the number of unchurched people in the Austin area. That’s 85% of the population.
To me, after living most of my life in the Bible belt that number is astounding. It shouldn’t really be though, we are the only Christians on our street. I’ve commented several times on the fact that it feels like I’ve moved to another country instead of just 180 miles. The truth is, I sort of have moved to a new country.
The numbers still ring in my head after hearing them on Monday night, one point eight million.
Twelve years ago I wanted to be a missionary.
God has put us right smack in the middle of a mission field and we are excited, nervous, and feeling somewhat overwhelmed.
We are praying, reading, and saturating ourselves in the Word.
So we ask for prayers from all of you that are reading this.
I don’t post on here often enough. Mainly my time has been spent over at Mom 4ce. However, I have decided to remedy that because I love this little blog and the fact that I can write about ANYTHING over here.
We have moved to the Austin area and with that move came many questions around us homeschooling. We prayed a lot about putting the boys in school out here. The schools are some of the best, it would free up some of my time, the bus stop is literally right in front of our house. However, the more we prayed the more we heard God say, “No.” I wouldn’t admit it at the time to anyone but I was so happy that God said no. I love homeschooling! Yes, it takes up a lot of my time but I have thoroughly enjoyed watching the kids learn and grow. I love mornings like today where while making breakfast one of the boys grabs a library book and then all of the kids are sitting at the table reading about lizards! FYI, that does not happen every morning and my kids are just normal kids.
On Tuesday we had ice, yes in Austin, so Rusty worked from home and he helped Kamron with math. I watched him struggle to grasp the concept of double digit multiplication with the determination of a general leading his men to war. The satisfaction that we all felt when everything clicked was something I will cherish forever. The ability to slow down our days and lessons when grasping a concept is elusive or a way of teaching isn’t working is why we homeschool.
There are also those days that I worry if my kids are getting enough. Don’t we all worry about that? Then, I look at my kids and remember that my job is to raise them the way that I was called to and that is good enough.
One of the joys of my life is being a MOPS coordinator. I get to meet other women from different walks of life. These women stretch me, challenge me, encourage me, catch me when I fall, and most of all they love me for being me.
When I first became a mom I struggled with what that looked like. I worked and got a lot of flack for being a full time working mom. Then I quit my job and I was BORED and lonely. I found MOPS and wasn’t bored anymore. I went back to a part time job for a while to help pay off some bills and I was never chastised for working. Theses moms got it, some of them were working part time too! We had our motherhood in common and nothing else mattered. Now, I am back to full time motherhood with a little side business, Mom 4ce, and my MOPS friends are supporting and cheering me on. In fact, I am in business with a fellow MOPS mom!
What about you, do you have support when you need it most?
Change is hard. I don’t really care for it.
I keep trying to.
Slowly I am learning to trust in the changes God has set before us.
It has been good for the whole family to place our trust in our Heavenly Father and walk blindly.
I have been blessed as I learned to let go of my control, my need to know exactly what will happen next, and my weakness.
Have you ever had to accept changes that you had no control over?
I teach the preschool Sunday School class on Sunday mornings. This is something that I have enjoyed doing the last six months or so and it has taught me a lot. Hopefully the kids have learned something too!
Before our lesson I always lead a little song time with them… You know the fun songs; B-I-B-L-E, The Lord’s Army, Jesus Loves Me. Nothing complicated, we don’t even have music with it.
Well, our Children’s Pastor asked if we would sing in “Big Church” last Sunday. “Sure, that would be fun!” I said. I got the kids ready with three songs and we practiced for a few Sunday’s.
The big Sunday arrived.
I woke up with terrible allergy problems. Texas sized allergies!!! My head was stuffed up, my eyes itched; you know normal Spring in Texas! I got ready for church through a myriad of sneezing and coughing and a whole lot of coffee guzzling.
We practiced during Sunday School and I was impressed. I clearly have the smartest class in the church. All six of the preschoolers were singing and doing the hand motions I had taught them. We were going to knock the socks off of everybody sitting in the pews.
We rode the elevator upstairs to the sanctuary and marched up the aisle. Then we had to get on stage. That is when I knew that my class might not perform quite as well as they had in class.
We started with “The B-I-B-L-E” while one student wandered around the stage the rest kind of whispered the song. I think I was the only one singing during “The Lord’s Army.” During “Jesus Loves Me” one little boy spotted his dad and bursts out with, “Hey there’s my dad. Do you see him? He’s right there! Hi Daddy!!!! Hi!!!”
So the moral of the story is, always have your Iphone so you can video these kinds of things.
I have entered what I fondly call birthday season. With that comes reminiscing of my babies, who are no longer babies! Kamron turns eight soon, that’s right EIGHT!!! The twins will be five and officially starting KINDERGARTEN, and then there is the “baby” who is turning one this week. Everybody has told me to cherish each and every moment however, I am looking forward to the future. I see my kids having kids and I want to be sure that I have done everything to leave them a world they can safely live in. That is why I blog for The Exodus Road.
I was sitting at a Mom’s Night Out and one of the ladies there commented that if she heard another birth story she was going to go crazy. Then another mom replied, “You are more than your birth story.” That sentence resonated deeply with me.
When I got pregnant with my first born I felt as if I was part of a special club and actually enjoyed hearing every story that anyone could throw at me. Then, I delivered Kamron and probably annoyed every person that stood still long enough about how I was in labor for 23 hours!
After I found out I was pregnant with twins I was not so impressed with the labor stories and I really DID NOT want to admit that I had had a c-section. For some reason it made me feel like I hadn’t quite gained access to the special “birthing” story club.
Then, along came Anna. The girl was born on Leap Day and she literally leaped out! However, I was reluctant to tell the story because I remembered how I felt with the twins.
Each delivery was… Different. Special. Joy filled.
Yet, those deliveries don’t define me. I am not less of a mom or person because I had a c section, had all of my children in a hospital, yelled for drugs, was induced with one, roomed in, roomed out or whatever else I did or didn’t do.
Your delivery doesn’t define you either.
Don’t misunderstand me. Telling your birth story is not wrong. It is a very special turning point in your life. Just don’t let your delivery define who you are.
You are so much more.