We’ve been home from Montana just a little more than three weeks. Wow…seriously? Seems like it’s been three months!

Every single day has been a day full of something to do or somewhere to go. I feel like I’ve been running a race going about 100 mph with not a lot of time to stop and rest. It started with the cleaning of the dead bugs and spiders from the house, to unloading the trailer house, to cleaning the yard of ginormous weeds, back to the trailer house and completely unloading and cleaning it (because it was moving to Oklahoma with a new family), to more cleaning of the gardens, and now to reception planning and doing (as well as volleyball games and driving bus for activities and routes).

Some days, I seriously don’t hardly have enough time to stop and take a breath before the next thing on my daily schedule starts. Oh, how I miss the kick-back-way-of-life summer wheat harvest has to offer! This busy schedule that I’m trying to stay on top of is beginning to wear me down and I feel like I’m not accomplishing anything. One week from tonight, I will have baked 20 cakes (which will eventually be turned into 10 layered cakes), food prepared and my house ready to welcome guests. Want to make any bets on whether or not I get it done? I continually try to work it all together in my head reassuring myself it’ll all get done. There will be late nights and early mornings but it’ll get done.

Once the reception is over,  it will be back to the field with my truck trying to keep the household and the kids’ schedules running as smoothly as they can with my limited amount of time. It’s times like this that I really have to remember “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength” Philippians 4:13.   There is absolutely NO WAY I could do all that needs to get done if I didn’t have my faith and my God to look to. I sometimes have to just throw my hands up in the air and scream out, “I can’t do this on my own anymore!” Once I do that, I can feel the wheel being taken from my hands and watch it move on its own. Things begin to fall into place and I begin to meet my schedules and goals a whole lot easier when I step back and remember I don’t control ANYTHING. I’d like to think I have it all in control but I can guarantee you that I don’t.  Everything that’s on my plate attempts to bring me down; however, once I remember, “when God brings you to it, He’ll bring you through it” it all starts to fall into place. And…if my house isn’t clean, so be it! I think my friends will understand.

One of these days, I will stop and catch my breath – when the snow flies!