I have a lot of things bouncing around in my head to write, but I can't seem to get too strong of a grip on any of them. So, this post may or may not make sense. I'm the only one who reads this, though, so, here are my thoughts - understandable or not.
I haven't written about Bandit in a while. He's growing up; I feel like we've had him so much longer than 8 months. He's a little booger, too! He'll steal your food or chew up your most prized possession in less than a second. But no matter how many things we lose, he's worth it. The love he brings our little family is immeasurable.
Here's what he looks like these days:
So cute, I know. I'm in love.
In other news, I've started a new job - nannying two of THE MOST precious girls in the world. I will post some pictures of them soon. Their names are Sophie and Liza King, 2 (almost 3!) years old and 4 months old, respectively. I am so grateful for this job. Honestly, words can't even express it. They pay me well, they are the sweetest people I think I've ever come into contact with, and I'm getting so much experience for when I have my own children. Before I started, with being a pre-school teacher and just naturally taking care of kids my whole life, I knew a whole lot - but I didn't know everything. Now, I feel like I do. A few things I've learned that I didn't know before:
1) How to put carseats in cars.
2) How to put the kids IN the carseats in the car.
3) How to give a baby a bath.
4) How to swaddle a baby.
5) How to make formula.
There's a lot more, but those are the things off the top of my head. I absolutely A-D-O-R-E taking care of these girls. All I want to do is be a mommy, for the rest of time.
Sophie is almost 3 years old, and she has taught me so much about life. (To see another lesson from her, see this post.) Lately, she has really started making sentences. I know that kids have to make mistakes in order to learn, but I find it interesting that she consistently makes the same ones. For instance, she never says "she" or "he"; she always says "her" or "him," even in the subject. Examples: "Her's crying," "Him's ate all the popcorn," "Her wants you to put her down." (Yes, these are all actually sentences from the Sophie herself.) It makes me wish I understood more about how kids develop linguistic skills. But, since I don't, I just enjoy how cute it is.
As I was driving home from their house Thursday, though, I started thinking: Sophie's sentences are a lot like my life - everyone's, really. When I hear her talk, I often think, "So close, but just not quite right." I wonder how many times a day God looks down here to earth and thinks that about his humans. Billions, at least.
No matter how hard I try, there will always be things that aren't exactly quite right about my life. That's what grace is for. And that's why I need Jesus - to make everything holy when I am so glaringly not.
This is no excuse for me to slack, though. If I did, my love for my Savior wouldn't be very passionate. But just when I think I have it all together, he reminds me that I don't.
Today is the anniversary of the tornado that ripped apart my life 3 years ago. It hit Union University, destroying 80% of our dorms and causing over 40 million dollars of damage. But not one life was lost.
In all that debris, all that chaos, not one life was lost. God still had it all under control. And he always does. At the end of the day, he's the only one who can get everything exactly where it's supposed to be, working every detail out perfectly while he saves all of mankind. Wow...what a hero.
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows" (Matthew 10:29-30).
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