Saturday moments: Awhirl with life and thoughts

up at 4:21 and could not sleep.

Quiet time by candlelight, so as not to awaken Clay with the light of the living room reflecting in His eyes through our bedroom door.

Concentrating, meditating on the Lord who is with me (I will be with you always, the Lord who lives to make intercession for us; I have loved you with an everlasting love.) Letting His love fill my heart. Looking at the lovely soft candle-light and remembering Him as the light of the world–asking to let His light shine into my heart.

Reading: “Oh God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; My soul thirsts for you, my flesh yearns for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” Psalm 63:1

I am a tangle of emotion. Sadness is deep inside for things lonely and unanswered. My heart seeks that place of contentment for now, as I want Him to know my gratefulness for all He has answered and all He has been to me over the years. I spend time worshipping Him.

Going early with Sarah for coffee before she and Joy go to play rehearsal for our church’s Easter production.

Eating homemade granola for breakfast (3 + cups organic whole oats, 3/4 cup slivered almonds, 3/4 cup pecans, 1/4 cup maple syrup and oil, a sprinkle of brown sugar to taste 1/4 to 1/2 cup, a teaspoon of salt, cranberries or apricots or raisins and baked for 1 hour, 15 minutes at 250 degrees–stirring every 15 minutes) with Greek Yoghurt.

Making Cottage pies and soda bread for Joy’s belated St. Patrick’s Day party at our home tonight. Putting together another car scavenger hunt for teams of friends based on Ireland and Patrick and celtic folklore, a quiz about famous Irish people and history and games.

Joel, music and creativity bubbling up all over.

Reserving seats on a plane for Joy and me to fly to Boston to see Joel honored in his concert in Boston. How did my dear little boy, gentle Joel, who would squish next to me in my overstuffed chair in the mornings, with his knees folded in front of him, tall up to his chin and tee shirt pulled over to his ankles, saying, “Mama, let’s be close and talk,” grow up to become the composer of the year with two other men, with professional musicians performing his string quartet and 4 movements of a piece, in a live concert, and so very sophisticated and confident? He makes me so very delighted inside and brings smiles to me over the phone. Such a loyal, encouraging companion, so thoughtful, full of integrity. Such potential lies in the depths of these precious ones entrusted into our hands. Music and graciousness always flowed out of his soul, but I could never have imagined….

Reviewing and reading several chapters of Clay’s newest version of Educating the Whole Hearted Child today, as he wrapped it up yesterday. Observing what an insightful writer he is of life-changing ideas. Pondering the ideals we embarked upon 27 years ago, the first time we spoke about homeschooling to any parents. Seeing the fruit after all these years–that what we gave our lives to was true after all–and to see His hand of faithfulness and grace through the seasons, as I reread and ponder our shared ideals and dreams so long ago launched in faith. (out May 1!)

Knowing there will be a couple of cups of tea or coffee tucked into my moments and maybe even a nap, since getting up at 4:21 may not take me through the day.

I must write Him a thank you note from my heart. Grateful for His faithfulness, His strength and joy in the midst of each step of our journey. Acknowledging His call to remain faithful today, and each day ahead, only by His empowering to keep going. Looking this day for the fingerprints of His present love. Seeking to love Him back.

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