I’m not one to contemplate tattoos, but if I were, after this weekend I’d have tire tracks put on my behind. Life has cranked up into high gear and our family needs precision timing and extreme energy to cross the finish line to greet 2014. Since I feel run over, I’m deciding how to pace myself and step up my approach so I don’t get trampled again. I don’t have a plan yet.
It was the second weekend of the month, which on my calendar means Kirabo Seeds set up a booth at the Boerne Market Days. The artist in me can’t help but do my best to make sure our booth is a beautiful experience. Thankfully, Hannah Haskin helped us with the sales this weekend. We earned enough to pay the salaries of our staff of seven in Uganda who give every hour of every day of their lives to helping our family of 17 orphans feel loved, protected, and understood. I think I’m going to write a blog about each of them and highlight their service to our kids.
Meanwhile Craig had the full charge of home and kid activities. He’s such a good daddy. Kevin is gearing up for his play next weekend, Dearly Departed. I am looking forward to seeing him perform again, and even Donny is coming home to see his play. Jack had another rock wall climbing competition on Saturday where he climbed with adults. He was the only kid and he was bouldering, which means climbing without ropes. I couldn’t bear to watch him fall from six feet up. He did great for his first time in open competition. He is kind of a mascot at the Lifetime rockwall. Kira really needs her hair done, but I’m too worn out at the end of the day for a four hour hair session/battle. HELP…
While I’m sharing about my home life, I must confess a broken heart because my outdoor cat, Coco, didn’t come home on Thursday for her afternoon meal. She never misses a meal. We looked and searched but there’s been no sign of her. She sleeps against my feet each night, she bosses every family member in her diva way and now I fear she’s gone. Truth be told, the saddest one in the family to lose her is Craig. She was his cat, she made sure he understood she picked him and with all his reluctance long ago he gave into her. He tries to be tough but he’s a real marshmallow and she loved him best. Our hearts are heavy thinking she suffered.
Two months ago we brought home two little kittens who are inside cats. They are entertaining and cuddly. Kira is so in love with them. One of them allows her to put him in her trike basket and ride all over the house. He even rides in her purse purring the whole time.When he is not going for a ride, he is in her arms flopped and purring for her. We call him Fritz, and it suits him just as it suited me when I was a child. My dad called me Fritz when I was little. The other little boy is Bobby. He’s kinda sleepy and easy going so it suits him. Their silly antics and games delight all of us. Lucy doesn’t mind, she just makes sure if the petting and treats are being handed out that she’s in front of the line. I went to pick up one kitten and came home with two. The look on Craig’s face when he saw two kittens in my arms was enough to give me reason to giggle anytime anywhere for as long as I live. It was a perfect moment. I think the first thing I said was, “remember you love me.” I might use that memory right now to overcome my sadness.
As it is Monday and my desk is piled high, online orders are coming in and kids are perched to sprint in all directions for the week. I think I ought to go get some exercise and time at the barn before I lay down for more tire tracks. I sure hope this season won’t give you tracks across your backside too! We don’t all need to be run over. If I can devise a way to remain standing against all the activity swirling I’ll be sure to share.
…hours later…after writing that I went for a riding lesson this morning. During the drive there I knew that I’m a frazzled mess. The thing about horses is, “it’s not so smart to ride when I’m not 100% present and relaxed.” They serve as a mirror to our soul. If I’m uptight I make my horse uptight. I certainly don’t want to be taken for a ride by an uptight 1000 pound animal. I stepped outside my problems this morning, put myself in the hands of my trainer, Renee Lopez, and she pushed me WAY OUTSIDE my comfort zone. (again) I signed up for it, and keep coming back for more. I have goals for riding and they can’t be achieved if I don’t trust her, and do what’s scary. I’m so glad I did. After that ride all my life problems seemed minimized. If I could conquer some fear, admit I even had it, and face it from a humbled position I’m pretty sure I can do ANYTHING. I always say after a good ride, “this is so good for my soul.” God wants me outside of my comfort so I can rely upon him completely. Riding is a perfect image of this surrender.