The house for Jon's parents may not go through as they thought it was going to. We will have to wait and see, but the offer hasn't officially been accepted. It's okay. I have come to peace with the fact that they will be living here for a while. I just need to accept it and just pray that they will soon find a home that they can love and enjoy. I can do this!
I went running today in the evening and I realized why I typically go running first thing in the morning. Running in the evening just makes me feel sick. My stomach is full of food, the weather isn't as cool as it is in the morning...and I'm not sure what else, but I just feel so heavy and out of shape when I run in the evenings. In the mornings I don't usually feel that way.
Bryce has been really into making these Lego stop action videos. He's really good at it! He had to take 212 pictures for one of his videos...that takes a lot of patience!
This picture occasionally pops up in our digital picture frame. When it does, Lizzie and I roll around on the floor with laughter, ha ha. We think it's hilarious that there is a picture of a happy and smiling girl on the container of a lice medication box!
A few years ago...it must have been about 3.5 years ago...Lizzie was complaining of an itchy scalp. I didn't look at it and just told her that it was probably dandruff. Well...I was wrong! We went to the grocery store and Jon saw bugs falling out of her hair! They were standing in line and Jon saw the bugs and said, "Lizzie, you have lice! There are bugs falling out of your hair!" Everyone around them scattered, ha ha.
Cleaning the lice out of her hair was one of the worst days of my life, ha ha. Her hair is so thick and I combed and combed and combed. There were SO many bugs. AND Caitlyn had it! All of the washing of the bedding and the sterilization of the stuffed animals and the spraying down of the furniture...it was a disaster. I treated their hair twice that day and combed it through again and again. I was sure that I had it as well. Jon checked my hair and I didn't...but I was traumatized with every itch of my scalp.
The funny thing is that we went to church the next day. Maybe we shouldn't have...but I checked her hair and it seemed lice free to me. I also had to give a talk that day. Anyway, someone at church (the Bishop's wife, in fact) approached Lizzie that day and complimented her on her hair and how beautiful it looked. She asked her what she did to it to make it look so shiny. Lizzie and I looked at each other and just about lost it!
What's worse, as that the day before discovering the lice I had just babysat one of Caitlyn's friends the entire day (her Mom had just had a baby). I had to call her Mom who was just recovering from child birth to tell her that her daughter was exposed to lice. What a mess!
The weather was nice this morning. The kids were playing really well together with the jump rope while I walked around by myself in the back. Usually I'm the one that stands and there and swings that jump rope around again and again while the kids jump. Today they let me off the hook.
Bryce started his virtual band class today...I hope it goes well for him!
I heard this while listening to a talk this morning and thought I would put it on here.
Caterpillars and Change
(Excerpt from a talk called, “Change: It’s Always a Possibility!” by Wendy Watson)
A story is told of a caterpillar named Yellow who was trying to find out what she should be doing with her life. In her wanderings she discovered another caterpillar seemingly caught in some gauzy, hairy filament. Concerned, she asked if she could help. He explained that this was all part of the process of becoming a butterfly. When she heard the word “butterfly”, her whole insides leapt. “But what is a butterfly?” The cocooned caterpillar explained: “It’s what you are meant to become.” Yellow was intrigued but a bit defiant. “How can I believe there’s a butterfly inside you or me when all I see is a fuzzy worm?” On further reflection she pensively asked, “How does one become a butterfly?” And the answer? “You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.” (From Trina Paulus, Hope for the Flowers [New York: Paulist Press, 1972], pp. 67-75.)
I loved this.
What am I willing to give up in order to become the woman that God wants me to become? The kind of woman that God knows that I can become? Even if I can't see it right now?
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