This morning marked our third week of Monday School with our local homeschool co-op. With the glaring exception of little Gabriel essentially imploding before the end of the last class period, it's been really good. So good.
I'm seeing so many new faces, in addition to many that I've known for several years now. It is such a pleasure to feel a little more seasoned and to know what to expect a bit better. I feel as though I'm finding some kind of groove with the whole mother-of-five thing. It helps tremendously to have such amazing helpers. The little ones are being very obedient as well. It's easier to maneuver my brood around outside of the house. The big trip had a lot to do with that - and I'm sure it will be a little more difficult once Oregon's rainy season begins in a month or two. But still.
I'm a little overcome by the authenticity of the ladies who gather their families each Monday. It is decidedly a joint effort to make something like this happen, and the encouragement and kindness I've encountered is beautiful to behold.
While I help with (and learn) the First Aid stuff, my kids are building friendships. When I play games with a group of elementary kids, my baby is being cuddled by other mothers. My children see kids raising their voices in worship during chapel time, while the mamas lift their hands. They see, and I see, other families who live this crazy life - and we are all encouraged.
We're not the only ones walking this amazing, challenging road. The life of math at the dining table, history snuggled up by the fireplace while we read about ancient times. Of pausing the grammar lesson to deal with a runny nose or taking the play dough away from the toddler who found it so tasty. The path that is filled with intensely difficult days and exquisitely exciting ones, with tears and laughter and hugs.
What a blessing.
And what a gift to know that regardless of what happens, the Lord'shomes mercies are new every morning. This is just one of the evidences of the kindness He shows us.
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.