A Sign from God

On Monday, Matt's school made the announcement to staff and coaches that he would be resigning and going to another school in the area. This was a VERY difficult decision for us as he loves his current school. The new job is an opportunity he felt he couldn't pass up and will be good for our family. We have prayed about it...A LOT...and both decided Matt taking this new job was the right thing to do.

After the school made the announcement, he/we have been flooded with e-mails, calls and people approaching us to let us know that they are happy for us, but very sad that he is leaving. It has been such a blessing, but through it all, I started to doubt if we were making the right decision. How could we leave a place that we were so loved? I know how much we had prayed about it and how we were both in total agreement that this is what we felt was God's will...but I was starting to have doubts.

Today, I saw this sign in front of a church...

"Don't put a question mark where God has put a period."

That was my sign from God. No more doubting. I love a God who knows exactly WHAT we need and WHEN we need it!

Threading...OUCH!!!

Today I went into a store at the mall to have my eyebrows waxed. I had never been to this store before. When I sat down, the lady pulled out a spool of thread instead of the usual wax. I had heard of Threading before, but had never had it done. She said it wouldn't hurt that bad. She was wrong.

Below is a picture of Threading, but I can guarantee you that my face did not look as peaceful as the lady in the picture while it was being done! It is something that has been done for a long time in Eastern countries like Egypt and India. It is supposed to be better for your skin and last longer than regular waxing. It hurts. I am just sayin'....maybe it's better for my skin...but it hurts!!! We'll see if it lasts any longer! I don't like pain.

P.S. For those of you with light colored hair who don't have to get your eyebrows waxed...be thankful you will never experience Threading!

A Lesson Learned!

My 8 year old taught me a valuable lesson. She didn't mean to teach me a lesson. She doesn't know she taught me a lesson. But she did.

Yesterday, Britlyn was home from school. After 4 snow days off of school, she was off for Teacher In-Service. (Ridiculous...I know!!) She was helping me with some housecleaning and the little 3 year old that I babysit (we'll call her Miss G), wanted to help too.

So, I gave the vacuum cleaner to Brit and asked her to vacuum the rug under the kitchen table. Then I gave the hand vac to Miss G and asked her to go around the edge of the kitchen floor and suck up the crumbs.

I was in the laundry room doing laundry but could see them doing their work. Once Britlyn was done and they had both turned off their vacuums, Brit took the hand vac from Miss G and started going over what Miss G had just done. She wasn't ugly about it...just matter-of-fact. I asked her what she was doing and she said that Miss G had missed a lot of the crumbs and she was getting them. Miss G looked on...a little saddened that she hadn't done a good enough job.

And then it hit me....I do that ALL OF THE TIME with Brit! She helps me. I go behind her and "fix" it. I don't tell her she did a horrible job. I just want it done the way I want it done. I am a bit of a perfectionist. I like things done perfectly.

Yesterday I realized that without ever saying a word, I am teaching Britlyn to do the EXACT same thing...and probably crushing her spirit. And she will pass that down to her kids.

So, I am making a commitment to relax. If my kids want to help me...and it's not done the way I want it done...that's OK! They need to know that I am proud of them and thankful for how they help me...no matter what!!

P.S. This DOES NOT mean that once my kids are in bed or gone to school, I won't go back and fix what was done to my satisfaction. Come on...perfectionism is NOT cured overnight! :)