Day 59- Hop Aboard

Howdy!


          As cheesy as this might sound, I have become more and more aware of God's intervention in life. I have always been a believer that everything happens for a reason but for the first time I'm finally becoming more aware of those said reasons. The other day in bible study I had to get up and go to the bathroom and when I walked out into the hall one of the middle school girls was huddled on the hallway floor looking mighty upset. To give you our personal history, we had never been super close our conversations tend to be more casual and surface level. I was a little confused so I asked her what was up and she was very quick to say "nothing". Which in my world tends to mean EVERYTHING. So I stopped and looked at her (even though she was avoiding eye contact) and asked her if she wanted to talk about it and again I got a quick, "no" response. So what do you do in that situation? I just sat my bum down next to her and kind of just sat there until she started talking. And long story short (For privacy reasons) I opened up and she opened up and it was just one of those moments that you sit there and think to yourself, "I see what you did there, God." For reals if I ever had doubts about where I am currently that just about reassured me.

Memory #59

           In sixth grade I remember my mom decided to become a Sunday School teacher, which is what eventually led her to becoming a teacher. Because my mom was a Sunday School teacher for my grade it meant that I actually went on a regular basis. My mom was quite the hoot when it came to putting together lesson plans. I remember this one Sunday my mom was given the task of teaching Noah's Ark. Instead of giving us a bland lesson about stuff we already knew, my mom came up with an idea that would keep even angsty teenagers engaged. So the Saturday night before I remember walking downstairs and not being able to find my mom at first. Until I heard suspicious and clanging noises from my garage, upon investigation it revealed itself to be my mother trying to build (or cut out?) a giant ship plus props out of cardboard. I mean she was going ALL OUT. The entire garage smelled like spray paint because she was also making blue waves for the ship to float...obviously. Since I walked in on her crafting that also meant I was now part of her work crew. I remember spending like three hours in the garage, giggling and recreating Noah's ark. So the next day at Sunday School my mom broke out the cardboard masterpieces and you better believe we got real excited. 

My mom was super cool.

Love Always,

Erin