It's that time of year....
When you feel like you're losing your mind.
Baseball games, piano recitals, ballet recitals, end of year parties, grading, tests, exams, birthdays, Mothers' Day, registering for camps....multiply all that times five (Baby J doesn't count), and you get the picture because you're there too.
In the midst of the insanity, I almost lost the vision, almost.
Two weeks ago we had Little Sis R's ballet recital. She was a redbird sight to behold, but the greater vision was me, sitting next to Momma, crying together.
And that day, Momma heard and saw the gospel. And anyone who knows our story, saw the gospel being lived out on our sixth row of a preschool ballet recital... because my heart was being changed.
Last night was the AWESOME Mrs. Jane's piano recital. Jamie and Caleb played a duet to Chris Tomlin's "Forever." I cried. No, it wasn't perfect, but it was perfectly beautiful.
And Big Sis played, and down my row of 10 sat me and James, the boys, my Mom, R's Momma, her friend, her friends' two daughters, Baby J and Little R.
For a moment, I forgot all about the growing pains of this year. For a moment, I forgot she has two Mommas. For a moment, I looked at her Momma's face crying, and I smiled as R glowed and bowed, and once again the name of Jesus was heard, and there on that back row of Alabama Piano Gallery, the gospel was seen, and light is shattering dark places.
People keep asking how we do it all. We don't...
But this year there was a ballet teacher who loved my daughter well, when I was weary. And spoke the truth at a recital when I didn't have the heart. And a family heard of a Savior who loves them. All because a ballet teacher said, YES.
And this year there was a piano teacher, who served and spoke truth when I was done speaking, who gave grace when I didn't have an ounce left in me, and who loved my daughter well. And a family saw the hands and feet of Jesus at work. All because a piano teacher said, YES.
Thank you for being the hands and feet of Jesus to a watching world.