The next day, we do it again. We are living in the ordinary and common life but very uncommon at the same time.
One kid at camp, two kids at summer school, one kid at story time in the library, one kid at soccer, one kid will be going to ukulele lessons, one kid is at Kids Games, three kids at The BooHoo Crew concert, three kids at the 1 dollar movie, and one kid by the pool with friends.
We are just a typical suburban family of six.
They sleep through the entire night, they are not newborns, so I get plenty of rest. Actually, Alex is 17, so he would sleep through the entire day if I let him.
Honestly, Yana and Alex are the easier ones of the crew, and have become such incredible helpers. I really am not sure how I got Elliot dressed before Yana, I mean her patience is remarkable.
God's in the Mundane.
Walking in from the garage door and watching Yana back up slowly until she is leaning her head on her dad's chest, and telling me about her day (It almost seemed like she didn't realized she did it until her head was there resting on his tie). Oh and the reaction on Adam's face, wide eyes glaring at me, as if saying is this really happening?
Driving in the car, praying together for a white car driving recklessly on the main blvd. and having the prayer turn into Yana opening up and asking questions about God in my life. Having her tell me that every night she prays for Ukraine.
Daddy having an interview and Yana telling us we need to pray for him.
Does it get much better than that?
He blesses us. He reaches us. He stregthens us. He knows us. And He changes us.