Hey, friends. It's 5:30am. 5:30am and I are not very good friends, but we have decided to get along at times when we need to. And apparently today is a day we are going to have to work together. Jack woke up in the middle of the night not feeling so great. So I got up and tended to him. Then I went into the garage to put another coat of paint on a table that Angela had painted (that girl is CRAFTY with her goodwill purchases and spray paint). I had a devotion, wrote a couple of thank you notes, and now I think I see the sun trying to peak over the horizon.
I'm starting to see that working during the early morning hours is like buying land way away from the city. You get so much more for your money. I've already done more this morning than I would have expected to have gotten done the whole rest of the morning. Maybe 5:30am and I are destined to be friends.
Lily Kate and Levi started school last week. So if you heard the great thunder of praise to the Most High God ringing loudly from Franklin, TN last Thursday morning at 8:31am, that would have been me. And Jack starts today. Be listening, for the sound of great thanksgiving shall rise up like the sound of mighty waters crashing, waters foaming, and mountains quaking with their surging.
I might be slightly exaggerating. But truly, my kids were in such desperate need of a change of scenery, school came just in time for all of us.
First day of school:
I wish I could post a picture I took last night of Jack, but I can't bring myself to. He was sitting on the couch yesterday reading, mindlessly sucking a plastic cup to his face the whole time. Do you know what happens when you suck a plastic cup to your face for a solid 30 minutes? Needless to say, he is heading to day 1 of 7th grade with a huge purple bruise ring on his mouth. Ouch.
It reminds me of the time when I was around his age...I had one of those flimsy, cheap basketball goals that stuck to the wall with a little suction cup thing. I stuck it to my forehead for hours. And I had a huge red circle on my forehead for days. DAYS.
Don't ask my why I felt it necessary to walk around with a basketball goal sucked onto my forehead. I mean really, can't you figure that out? Seriously. What could be more fun than using your face as a backboard? Can't you see how that would totally be logical to a 7th grade boy?
This poor child of mine has my genes running around in his head. Thank the Lord it's just a bruise ring.
I am home this week, working some in the studio on a new Easter musical, and getting ready for the weekend. We head out for three concerts this weekend on the Jesus Saves Live Tour:
Friday night, August 21 - O'Fallon, IL
Saturday night, August 22 - Van Buren, AR
Sunday night, August 23 - North Little Rock, AR
We are fired up and these churches this weekend are, too. I hope you can come join us if you are close.
I promise not to have a basketball goal suctioned to my head.