Long time, no blog.
Does it really take me 3 weeks to recover from a graduation open house? Or was it a mindful decision to check out for a bit?
Pretty sure it was the latter.
I was ready to stop using the "master" list.
Done doing little projects.
Beyond time for a vacation.
Then it hit me...I better open the mail and make sure collection agencies don't come after us. Ha!
Get with it Amy, get back into real life.
So, I take a bit of comfort in talking with other moms about this whole party for the grad thing...that I am not alone. But why do we make ourselves crazy?
It's because of this:
Man looks on the outward appearance.
And we all know it. We all strive to make ourselves look good.
Like we have it all together.
A slice of Martha Stewart heaven.
Or keeping up with the Jones'
Humbling really to think about this. Yuck.
The Lord had us pegged thousands of years ago.
It was written around 1000 B.C.
1 Samuel 16:7b For the LORD sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the LORD looks on the heart. ESV
Outward appearances. We had done all we could do for party prep.
Lawn mower parked 45 minutes before start time.
Make up and hair done. Oops...almost forgot lipstick. (Like in above photo!)
So, let's concentrate on the heart now.
What I do know about my heart that day was that it was overwhelmed with gratefulness.
The blessings were abundant.
My cup overflowed.
Chet, overwhelmed with amount of people!
The outpouring of love given to Chet and our family by the guests was amazing.
Gifts. Hugs. Kind words. Hand shakes. Smiles. Laughter. Tears. Memories.
Food. Family. Friends. Neighbors. Joy.
So blessed.
I hope the Lord looked at my heart and knew.
Knew that I was humbled.
Knew that I was appreciative.
Knew that this mom was glad He had the homeschooling idea in the first place.
Knew my heart swelled with pride and joy for my son.
Knew He was the author of all good.
I think He did.
He forgives when we forget and look at the outward appearance. Thank goodness.
He blesses because He loves.
It's a heart issue. And my heart is happy.
Blessings,
Amy
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