Which is good because we have a brand new placement scheduled to arrive Thursday at 4:00.
Yes, you read that right.
As of right now plans are to go ahead and move another child here. A plan that was in place before we accepted the emergency placement of the three kiddo's we have now. We have skyped with this young lady and have gotten to know her as well as possible before placement. We think she is fantastic. She likes us. And her social worker likes us well enough so we are settling in just in time to shake things up again.
I'm excited though. I once dreamed of a house in TN that was being built to be a camp. As soon as I set foot in it, I was certain that it wasn't really meant to be a church camp. It was meant to be a home for hurting and broken children. I pictured it and just knew it was meant to be. I used to think I had to have this nice big house with plenty of room. God has shown me I don't need a big house or a better house. I can be faithful and serve him with this
*I turned my sunroom into an additional bedroom.
In other news my Mr. Terrific started a brand spanking new (to him) job today. We owe EVERYTHING to his previous employer. I can not say enough kind words for that man. He offered my husband a very decent job when he had been working hard at two part time jobs. Even hired him back after he tried to work his way into a better place job wise and failed miserably. Now 6 years later he racked up enough experience to land a very good paying job with benefits! (HALLELUJAH I'm going to get my teeth fixed* Y'ALL!!) Let me tell you what. We have been through the ringer and back financially the last couple of years and there were times I didn't think we would make it across our personal modern day red sea without drowning but we walked through (on dry land nonetheless) and have finally reached that other side and all PRAISE and Honor and Glory to God alone!! He has done this! This job is so a God thing. We were literally trying to figure out how he could go to school and support this family and this job opportunity fell into his lap. My sweet Mr. would never ever in a million years would have known about this job if it weren't for a very specific set of circumstances that only God himself could orchestrate. Those circumstances are very personal to someone else so I won't share specifics but I can see how we were on the receiving end of God working ALL things together for good. My prayer is that we will take what we have learned the past few years and really step out and live radically for Jesus in the coming days, months, and years. I just couldn't be more proud of my Mr. though. He put in long hard hot hours at a very demanding job. He was overtired 90% of the time getting up early for work and putting in late hours here at home but he worked harder than anyone I have ever known and it finally paid off. I am just so proud of him! I must say, if you are in the middle of your very own "Red Sea Saga." Hang in there. God is faithful. If you cling to Him HE WILL keep His promises. My family is living breathing proof.
*I had a filling fall out about a month ago. Not very much fun!
By the way, I hereby rename Polish 'The Informant' The Informant is my right hand woman. She keeps an eagle eye on everyone and everything and no deed goes down in this house without my Informant making sure I'm aware. Sweet girl has a knack for observing and reporting. I've already decided I'm going to train her to be a Newsie. Girl has a knack for it. Trust me. She can sniff a story within minutes of getting off the bus.
Speaking of the big yellow beast. I must rant and rave against public school for just one eansy teansy thing. Normally I love getting to enjoy embracing the best of two types of education. But one of the downers is how stinking awful it is to drag kids out of bed when they are fast asleep, half dress them, and wave goodbye as they slump against the window. Then several hours later get them off the bus, struggle through homework, squeeze in some playtime, dinner, and baths and then march them to bed. It's exhausting. I get very little time with them. The time I do have is very rigidly structured because we have to make it to bed at a decent hour so we can repeat in the morning. I'm so very glad God led me to homeschool. (Something I never once envisioned for myself or planned ahead of time to do.) The social worker wants me to sign Animal up for football and that means an additional two hours three nights a week gone, plus game times. Busy, busy, busy.
So I shall sweep, and switch out the laundry, and sneak off to bed. Tomorrow morning is quickly approaching and my to-do list is resetting.
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