So what did I do? Helped Nate...yes, all week I helped Nate make a new activity for the campers next summer. It has two names that I know of. I've heard it called a GAGA pit, and I've heard it called Isreali Dodge ball. I really don't kow what name I will call it myself, but I do know it's a lot of fun. I've played it before with the campers in MI when we went to visit Simeon and Shiloh while they were working at Camp Beechpoint.
So we went to Loews and bought the supplies on Monday. We measured and cut and drilled the twelve foot treated boards together. We are both realizing our hands are tired from the work this week, but today (Friday) the activity now stands in the main circle at Camp Nathanael. Thankfully, Jonathan and Jim, the maintainance men, helped Nate carry the sections to the field. A man's job...at least that was my opinion.
All the while this week I have been praying-we have been praying- for our children. Shalisha took a trip to Sweden for a ski trip. She said she was going to learn to snowboard, and this mom was kind of freaked...got to pray or go crazy. Praying is more beneficial. Shiloh was doing a lot of papers at college, ending classes, and preparing for exams, Simeon had a situation in his classroom with someone hiding an important book so was praying for wisdom for that situation, and Ethan's car broke down. He called for advice a few times. We felt helpless, but God is sovereign and in control. Whew!
To me, this week has been one of letting go. Nothing went, it seemed, as I had planned. I didn't stay home each day enjoying the quiet solitude. I didn't get paperwork done, or Christmas presents bought, or Christmas cards written, or even much house cleaning accomplished. I listened, and followed and helped and served. I couldn't even cash some checks for they were in Nate's name and not mine. I had to wait. The human-ness in me wanted to rail against it all! I felt like I needed some freedom! I realized my selfishness and will as something that could cause some real problems, and I thought of many wives who ruined their families and relationships for the sake of their own little desired freedoms. It's not about me Lord, It's about serving You. I asked God to help me though.
Today, Friday, I woke up sore and achy, knowing it was from the busy week and the late night working with the animals at the Christmas nativity. There is no school again today. (The sun hasn't reached into the hollers and melted the snow on the narrow roads.) This morning at least, I can relax and enjoy the sunshine, I can get some paperwork done so we can get our support check next week. I have some alone time, some margin time, to read, write, and think and ponder on all that is happening in life.
"The Lord God is my strength, and He has made my feet like hinds' feet, and makes me walk on my high places." Habakkuk 3;19 NASB