We listened, and our hearts sank, at shocking news about someone we know. We didn't know the person on a daily basis or even have them to our house, but we have reaped enough of their wisdom to want to call them a friend.
The news was shocking, disheartening, and to some maybe even unforgivable, but to us, it was an immediate picture of the size of grace and vastness of love.
We heard the news. We stopped everything and prayed. We prayed because we aren't going to let the devouring one have the upper hand in this anymore. We aren't going to join the masses that beat down what's already been broken. We prayed because we have hope, and it's bigger than the shock.
God is bigger than what shocks you.
He loves deeper than what breaks you.
I've seen texts and heard calls and I'm surrounded by ones also in this holy war. A war against slander and judgement. A war for truth and the future. Could we believe that this will leave an imprint, more beautiful than what it looked like before? We can. And we will.
Instead of making things complicated, today, let's love the lost. Let's place eyes on them and burn with what He sees. The lost may be a neighbor or a relative, it may be you and it may be me. Jesus, dissolve our shock and fill our lacks with unconditional love.
Here we are, day 2, complete. Today was smoother than yesterday. I got smart and wrote in "recess" to our schedule. That made everyone a lot happier, including me. Wednesdays we incorporate cooking into Kindergarten (phonics and math wrapped up in one recipe), so without further ado, checkout Eva's Roasted Pears drizzled with honey and caramel.
Pears (picked from our back yard!)
Leslie's homemade caramel sauce
Wash pears and slice into halves. Place pears on parchment paper and bake at 400 for 15 minutes. Drizzle with sauce or honey and return to the oven for 10 minutes. Remove from heat and serve over vanilla ice cream or yogurt. Delish!
This is it. Schooling my firstborn at home officially begins this week. No pressure, just her entire kindergarten education is on the line. Eek! But alas, I am a teacher. I am the right one for the job (say to myself again and repeat). Whatever choice you make concerning your children's education, own it. Believe in it or change it. Cheers to a new season!
It all started with a guy and his gal in the garden. I'd like to think I'm like them, tending the fruit that's been given to me and learning to capture the beauty all around. It's in my husband. It's in my 2 kids. It's everywhere. These are the revelations I dig up while meeting with the gardener. I'm recording what is in this garden family and what He says to me. Come and join us! You're welcome here.