"Jesus," Jane prays, "help us to be generous. Help us to just give and give until we have nothing."
The children clatter on. I catch my breath.
Our Bible lesson, it said, bring in the tithe, and, test me in this, and floodgates of heaven. But I didn't realize she'd offer him everything.
723. Squeals and clatter, the children with friends.
724, New history and math studies.
725. Laps we pound with the children 'round an old horse track down the road.
726. A conference and the uninterrupted cadence of adult talk.
727. How Rockie's cast looks just like a cute pair of purple pants.
728. Lulie's comment, "Horses don't WIPE," as she gestures to a pile of meadow muffins and points out there's no toilet paper in the barn.
729. Jane's confession about snooping at Grammie's and how she says, "I'm glad you made me tell Grammie. It made everything right."
730. How husband and kids rake out the garden, fill the green garden bin, and then change Rosie's poopy diapers for a whole day while I'm gone.
731. Left over tortellini, olives, peas and conversation -- dinner after the kids are in bed.
732. Husband's daily confidence for God's provision.
733. Fresh strawberries, black grapes, whip cream.
734. Awkward little honest-truths that slip out in conversation, little markers of truth-telling.
735. Resolve to be honest in all things.
736. Recent advice: make radical decisions based on your faith and live them out in front of your kids. Infect them with your faith.
737. How Jack peeks over my shoulder to see a "silent E" when I explain them to Janie.
738. How Lucy says, "No, you're a carrot!" when I call her a parrot.
739. How Rosie finally signs please, coy head tilt, and wide smile included.
740. Tomato seeds sprouted.
741. Impromptu day off with Craig and the kids and wind and sun and Gramma and Grampa and Great-Grammie.
742. My numb heart still afraid I'll have to give everything.
743. How faith seeps in.