On Monday Oliver had a semi-rough start. He had to "clip down" twice and spoke with the teacher in the hallway. She said there was nothing major other than sqirmyness and loudness, but it was disruptive. When she spoke to him he teared up. That night, when he and I spoke about what happened he said that we needed to pray for Jesus to help us more. Grace.
This week I started running again to prepare for the Flying Pig Half Marathon in May. My friend met me at 5 am in 19 degree temperatures and windchills that made it feel like 10 for our first 3 miles of the season. Our run was great and we froze! Then on Thursday we met again, same time. The temps were up to a blistery 25, but this time I woke up late and could not go more than 2 miles before my legs and breathing gave out. We also attempted 6 miles on Saturday, which turned into only 4 because of my breathing. Through it all she told me that our runs were going great and continues trying to get me to run the full marathon with her. A friend who shows love even when I feel like I've let her down. Grace.
We've also been trying to head off behaviors from both boys at home. There has been lots of crying, screaming, and butting heads. I've been reading books about discipline tactics while Brent wonders what we should do and the boys push our buttons. At the end of the day we still have a deep love for one another that reminds us we cannot give up but must continue forward. We are training these kids to one day become successful adults. Graham has learned to drink from a real cup and is starting to pee in the potty. Oliver is reading like a champ and he even got to read his book in front of his entire class on Friday! Grace.
On this Sunday afternoon I'm grateful for the trials and the hard times. Without them I would never know grace. (Though if God wanted to make things slow down just a little I would not be complaining either!)
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