This past year our family has closed the chapter of “toddlerhood” and opened the chapter of “team sports/activities.” If you would have asked me even three years ago if I was ready to “drag” my family up to the softball fields every night, I would, without hesitation tell you, “NO WAY!!”
Just before Easter, I was in a place of despairing of recovering totally from adrenal fatigue. Our New Beginnings team met for prayer and they gave me a word to commit for a period of time to get well. So I gave myself “permission” to concentrate on getting well during the summertime.
We are well into the Christmas season now and most of us are busy with shopping and baking and cooking and wrapping….Wow! It is so easy to get caught up in the events of the season and miss taking the time to celebrate the joy that remembering Christ’s birth brings to us.
Growing up a farmer’s daughter, there is much conversation centered on the weather. My dad has farmed corn and soybeans my entire life. I can remember spending summers praying for more rain, praying for less rain, praying for the sun to shine, praying for clouds, praying against flooding, against hail damage, for a bumper crop, for the markets to be in our favor.