Ephesians 1:5 He predestined us for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will

Monday, August 23, 2010

Sent



We sent the kiddoes off to school for another year. Danny (3rd grade). Jack (1st grade). Alli (Kindergarten). We're so thankful that our kids are healthy and developing normally (if there is such a thing). We thanked God this morning for our transition and prayed for those who have special needs kids. We can't imagine the first day of school for them.


But, I wanted to post about my wife, Sarah. It's days like this that are hardest on her. She loves her family. Our home and our kids aren't accessories or hobbies or frustrations to her. You get that feeling listening to other moms. Sarah gets that we have been given an unbelievable opportunity to love God and enjoy God in a way that many don't get and many who do get, waste. Rather than pursue some fleeting insignifcant name for herself. Trust me it wouldn't be hard for Sarah to become extremely well known if that was her desire. Rather than try to generate some 6 figure salary (as if that's a lot of money anyway). Trust me she could earn if she wanted to. Instead she has decided to leverage our home, her time, and the deep development of 3 people created in the image of God for the glory of God in our city.

And so her success, in these early formative years, has resulted in our 3rd child being released into the world on her own. This phase of discipleship is over. And now a more dangerous and in my opinion more pivotal one begins (Resisting to do a whole blog on that statement).

So in this parenthesis, between Alli Cat going to school and our 4th child yet to arrive, Sarah is grieving a bit. Her response has been tears. Of course. But it's also been: who now will I invest in for the glory of Christ from 7am-3pm?

So:

To all of our friends and family, pray for Sarah.

To all men, earn so your wife stays home.

To all women, stay home with your kids.

To Dan, Jack, and Alli, love Jesus more than your mom, but kiss her all the time.

To the daughter we've yet to meet, you have a mom who cries for joy over you.

To my Sarah, well...freakin...done.

Standing in applause,


Josh