Optometrist

Well, we're old. Scott and me. We found out this week at the optometrist.
Not to be "gotten" by the insurance company, I made us all appointments with the eye doctor (and dentist) before my old insurance ran out. There, we learned that both of us have astigmatisms and needed new glasses. They make contacts for this, but that involved an additional appointment only partially covered by insurance. I made an executive decision- contacts could wait for the FSA with the new insurance plan in a couple months. It didn't matter, though, because as soon as Scott saw (with the new lens) what he hadn't been able to see (because of the contacts) he only wanted glasses. He'd forgotten that trees have leaves and not just branches with blobby greens surrounding them.
Our appointments were back to back- so the kids accompanied us to the eye doctor. Walking in, Will asks which door we're going to. Scott says to Will, "The one that says Optometrist. Where is the word Optometrist?" Will points it out and we head in.
I don't mind the eye doctor. It's kind of fun- trying on all the frames while you wait and all. (Now, I won't blog about the dentist visit. Hate those visits.) And, this eye doctor is great- very personable, a Christian, and friendly. He loved the story of how I shared my "used glasses" with Scott in high school...
Anyways, while we were there, the doctor recommended that the kids start an every other year rotation to get their vision checked out once they turn four- and seeing as both Scott and I are near-sighted, Will and Em "don't stand a chance" (the eye doctor's words, not mine). Eventually, they'll probably need glasses. And, due to the great insurance plan I was taking advantage of, I scheduled the kids an appointment for the next week.
So, this week, I hauled the kids across the street and into their appointment. We pull up , and Will points to the sign he remembers from last week and says, "Optometrist- that must be Spanish for eye doctor."

Will and Em do not need glasses. Yet. But, Spanish lessons may be in Will's future.


Handsome Scott with new glasses and Sushi in his mouth







Handsome Scott with new glasses and Will and Em on Father's Day

timing is everything

God said so. At least that's what Em would say. (Or, she'd say "God made it that way." these are her remarks for EVERYTHING)
But, really, it is. And, it's all about God's timing. Leonard (our pastor, Scott's boss...) speaks in series, and the most recent is Life in Limbo. I'm really working on the whole "live by faith and not by sight" thing. God's patient and knows just when to reveal Himself. Those times when I'm waiting for him to reveal Himself, I tend to bite my nails and chant "I trust You... I trust YOu..." I don't like to wait- I like to get it done now. I don't like to have to rely on someone else- I want to do it myself. I like to control it all. Hence, my lists. I list everything: to-do today, to-do tomorrow, to-do in the next 5 years... I make these lists for Scott, too. Sometimes I email them to him. Other times, I type them directly onto an open Word Doc on his computer and leave it open- so he can't miss it. Sometimes, If I accomplish something that's not on my list, I'll even go back and add it so that I can cross it off!
Recently, I've HAD to (not just wanted to, or would have liked to- but HAD to) turn over to God all the things I can not (no matter how BADLY I've wanted to) control in my life (and sometimes the lives of those around me...). One is the house in Georgia; another is the direction for our church; and, the third is a job. All these have financial burdens that keep me awake at night. I know, I know. God has a plan. I know, I know. Put my faith in Him. And, my heart says "done." It's my head working out a budget, worrying about preschool enrollment, and telling Scott that "losing the house is not the worst thing that could happen." (at least in my mind.) So, for a few months now, God's been nudging me to get my attention. Mostly, I'd sigh, tell Him I understood, then I'd find myself working up a plan for Him to agree to. He'd laugh a little and tell me, "that's not how it works- it's not your plan but My plan." I'd sigh, say I understood, and then basically start reworking the plan for Him again.
Through all this, God got my attention and reminded me, like only He knows how to do, to put my faith in Him. Find rest for my soul in Him. And, (what I'm worst at) just TRUST Him. It was only a couple weeks ago that I actually started to follow His plan and began to trust Him, and Him alone. He waited for me to walk by faith, and I have to admit that sure was lighter than walking alone. Then, once I had really started to walk by faith, the phone rang. It was God calling, in the form of a job offer, and He let me glimpse Him with my eyes.
Now, His plan is unveiling (it always has been...)and it's like He says, "Now, SEE! I had it planned all along!" To boot- my sister-in-law, Alex's wife, was hired for a teaching position this week, too! Praise the Lord!!
So, for someone typically against change- I say Bring It On! And, God being God, started with my heart-mind balance!
So,in this one week we've now seen a lot of change. I went from a crammed front-to-back side to-do list to a very scratched out, marked up to-do list. You know, lists kinda run my life, and being able to mark "find a job" off my list was great- especially when the job called me up! And, I think it's gonna be that kind of job that stretches you, challenges you, and you like it.
I went from being an unemployed mother of a kindergartner and a child who was preschool-less to an Teacher and mother of a rising 1st Grader and an enrolled Preschooler for next fall.
I marked off "buy plane tickets home," and we'll be seeing ya'll the end of July!
I marked off "insurance, eye doctor appointments, Breakaway registration (VBS), upload pictures, laundry, mail packages, meal calendar, and (now) blog!!
(In my head I hear one of those old men at church-like Southern Baptist church- call out "AMEN!")
I'll post pictures of ALL Our Recent Accomplishments- ballet, tball, Kinder Graduation: