I don’t know about anyone else here in the Midwest, but this summer’s hot, sticky, cut-with-a-knife humidity has basically rendered me useless everywhere except my basement! It’s. So. Hot.
At 11:15 this morning, I set the baby in the pack-and-play and started to prep lunch. I asked my five year old to find something fun to do while waiting for lunch. Apparently, this was no small feat — the whining ensued almost immediately.
Between helping with (and having kids involved in) children’s choir, teaching a preschool class on Wednesday nights, teaching piano lessons 3 out of 5 evenings, and all the holiday buzz in general, my December plate is pretty full!
God whispered something so small … and so big… into my heart earlier this week. That I need more of Him.
a fresh brewed faith 