JMJ119 *I imagine some of you are familiar with the parable of the drowning man. In essence, it is about a man who is about to drown because of terrible flooding. He cries out to God, who promptly sends aid in the form of a rowboat, motorboat, and finally a helicopter.
Ring the School Bell 119/180 Days
Our dry creek turned into a real water feature today with the torrential rains! Melissa had a great time with a piece of Tupperware attached to a string for a “boat”, along with a seemingly happy rubber duckie to float. What fun! Inside the house, Sarah completed a set of lovely felted butterfly wings, which my dad will take back to Indiana for her little cousin Bridget.
It doesn’t sound like we are doing much schoolwork, does it?
Not so much, it is true.
With the lesson planers filled out like they are, the girls did a couple of hours of independent work this morning, but the rest of their day was their own, to relax, be creative, and spend time with their grandpa, who will be leaving in a few short days.
A couple of days ago, I wrote a post “Accepting Help Sent Your Way”. See here:
Events have happened since then, that relate to this theme, and so today I am adding a Part 2.
Accepting Help Sent Your Way Part 2
I imagine some of you are familiar with the parable of the drowning man. In essence, it is about a man who is about to drown because of terrible flooding. He cries out to God, who promptly sends aid in the form of a rowboat, motorboat, and finally a helicopter. But the man refuses help each time, saying that he is waiting for God to rescue him. Finally, he drowns, having refused the help right in front of him.
Sometimes it is hard to recognize help in all of its forms. Sometimes it is easier to be blind to it, when it is not exactly what we had prayed for or were hoping for.
Here is my story. Our finances are not where they should be. It has been this way for quite some time. We are not, by any means, living in poverty, and have our basic needs met. But the emergency fund seems to be perpetually low in reserves, my husband has been lacking a tenant to help share the burden of office expenses, there is no retirement or pension account, Melissa needs to have her wisdom teeth pulled, and the refrigerator is on its last leg. You get the idea.
Yes, we have been praying nightly.
And the answer has been found. My friend came up with a job opportunity that is too good to pass up. It is with a charter school, and I would be visiting with homeschooling families once a month. It pays decent, and with only one left in high school, (we are in real time here, not journal time), it is a part-time job that should fit nicely into my schedule. The interview process went well and I begin training in a couple of weeks.
It was not answer I was anticipating, as I am very comfortable with my daily routine, but it is the helicopter from the parable, coming to the rescue, and I am jumping on board!
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** Note to the Reader- Today’s narrative is part of our family’s school journey from a few years ago, during my eldest daughter’s senior year in high school, a rather emotional year, with its many ups and downs. Every day’s blog entry coincides with a day from that special year. It can be read from the beginning by selecting the “Ring the School Bell 180” category on the side bar. Commence with the narrative, “The School Bell- What comes to mind when ‘you’ hear that bell?”
Start here to get the story from the very beginning:
Follow along with us day-by-day through the school year. Hope you will join us!
May God shower blessings on your family as he has on mine. Annette