Beyond My Control....

 Our tomatoes and peppers are growing!  Look closely and you can see a little gnat on the stem.  Matt got the picture one day as he was peering and looking at them in amazement.  I have just been overwhelmed looking at these little plants each day.  I had very little hope they would grow.  I guess I was trying to prepare myself for another failure.  But then - joy- they popped up!  I think I could write for days on what these little plants have taught me this past week.  My thoughts are still all over the place about it though.  Most of all I think it has shown me again, a lesson I have to learn over and over, I am not in control.

This past week has been filled with things that were totally out of my control.  SATs for Abbie-which I personally think are useless and should not be mandatory-but they are for us right now.  So off I went and did the right thing.  All the while hating the time (with car time and actual test-taking time-about 18 hours) and money that was being put into something I did not think was good.  Beyond my control.

I had to get our taxes in-very late for us.  Again-beyond my control.  We had to wait on some paperwork that I could do nothing about but wait.  But they are done-and it was all beyond my control.


Oh me, I could go on and on, -Heritage Girl Paperwork (no kidding, I bet I spent 6 hours on it alone this past week), money worries, six year old boys who won't read, a house that needs attention, bills need to be paid, groceries need to be bought, oh my stinkin goodness-my ironing pile is huge.  Our living room has turned into a unwilling family closet because I am trying to switch out our winter/summer clothes while still making sure everyone actually had something clean to wear each day.  The painting still is not done and at this point I have learned to live with it, but it looks horrible and something needs to be done.

Just the normal whines and complaints of a mom I guess.  But He cares.  I don't understand it, but God cares.  And all I can do is keep on loving Him, loving my family, and doing what I am called to do each day.  And those things I think I have control over-I really don't.  He does though. 

And just for cuteness-James has taken up whittling.  He is using a plastic knife from an old pumpkin carving kit and he has spent so much time making little things-toy guns, shiny sticks, you name it.  Love this boy.