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Today wasn’t supposed to be this quiet and laid back. We had anticipated it being a flurry of activity. Putting the finishing touches on the Graduation plans, cleaning, getting ready for company, and baking/cooking in preparation for JoJo’s Graduation and party tomorrow.
Instead, people aren’t coming, and there’s a lot less cooking and decorating to do. Even though this week is a LOT less hectic than it would’ve been there’s still a lot of good happening.
For one thing, we are STILL planning a fun weekend celebrating JoJo’s Graduation and 18th birthday! That’s one of the perks of homeschooling. We got to pick our own graduation date. Since both Bradley and Billie Jo have birthdays in May they planned their graduation the same weekend as their birthday and made a huge party out of it!
We’re still decorating and planning a smaller, semi-formal ceremony. Her graduation will be different than Bradley and mine, but we’re still going to make it nice and memorable.
We’ve been pretty busy working around the house. Inside and out. There’s not a lot of time (or mental energy) to sit still and read a book. So, I’ve really been enjoying audiobooks. Earlier this week I finished the book “Julie” by Catherine Marshall and am now listening to “The Magician’s Nephew” by C.S. Lewis. I also discovered a Podcast hosted by Julie Andrews and her daughter reading children’s books!
I’ve always loved the way children’s books take something complex and sometimes frightening and break it down into a lovely story. Not just for children, but for everyone of any age.
On Sunday our church hosted a Park and Praise. A time where we could all gather together (socially distant of course) in our cars and sing together. I didn’t really talk to anyone in the hour we were there but IT FELT SO GOOD TO SEE EVERYONE AGAIN. Pulling into the parking lot early (a rarity for our family) I felt like I was in Mayberry.
Waving and smiling to every car we passed. It kind of felt like we were in a parade. I just couldn’t help but smile. We couldn’t really hear anyone else sing except for our family members and the song leader but knowing that there was a parking lot of people singing the same song felt good. Little children sat on the rooftops of cars and BELTED out the words to “Jesus Loves Me” and “Blue Skies and Rainbows”…
Throughout this whole situation, I’ve had good days and bad days. Days where I feel like everything’s going to be okay and back to normal eventually. And days where I question if this will ever truly end. Sitting in the van Sunday night surrounded by family, I truly felt hope…I had this feeling that it didn’t really matter what was thrown at us as the body of Christ. We’ll still have hope and figure out a way to get through it. And we’ll come out stronger.
Until next time,