Space and Prosecco

Well…the rain in the forecast dwindled to nothing! No Pizza and Prosecco Party for us this weekend 😦 The guys were so sweet about it. Scott and his friends said that they would come…but…there was a LOT of hesitation in their acceptance. So we’ll  just have it in November. Sigh. Harvest. I think next time I’ll wait for the rain first and THEN schedule the party, as ridiculous as that sounds, ha ha! IMG_2579

Making space in ones life is a divine experiment, is it not? It’s been rather fun to see new things come into play in my life now. Have you ever found this to be the case? You voluntarily or non-voluntarily close the door on something, and then another something you weren’t expecting fills the void with something lovely? For example: I resigned from my drama coaching/musical director position here in town. It was a really hard decision. Directing and the creative arts are something I’m good at, I think it’s one of the gifts God has given to me. And we’re called to share our gifts and talents with those around us.

As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace: whoever speaks, as one who speaks oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength that God supplies—in order that in everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ. To him belong glory and dominion forever and ever.1 Peter 4:10-11IMG_2577

The extra $$ was helpful, it was very part-time, (even though I pretty much made it my full time job) and I enjoyed working with the students and administration (even though I felt that working with minors was bit constraining “what do you MEAN I have to tone down this language?? This is not true to the nature of the character!!”. But even though it fit into my life so perfectly, and I truly believe that it was completely by design that that position fell into my lap at exactly the right time, it…just…wasn’t…quite…right…anymore. The late nights and set-building were really disruptive to our children’s schedule. Scott and I both decided with our daughter starting kindergarten this year, and me helping to start our homeschool co-op, it was all just going to be too much. So I let it go. It was hard! I had so many kind people tell me that I would be missed, I was so good at it, even my dearest grandmother who has never NOT believed in me acted a little disappointed. So at the time I wasn’t sure I was even making the right decision.

But now, I can see so clearly that it was! It’s been so freeing (and fun!) to be able to spend time with Scott in the combine at harvest. We had such a nice chat last night together, just being alone in the combine. (By the way, you’ve never known true elegance until you’re squatting outside in a cornfield at night going to the bathroom. Definitely one of the perks of  farm living)  Our children are actually on a decent bedtime schedule and  I’m not continually distracted and thinking about the next thing to cross off the list. But this is the most surprising thing:  I’m actually starting to have fun planning lessons for the littles in our homeschool co-op. I ADORE reading to them, which is a fun use of my dramatic skills that I never saw coming! It’s so funny, they sit with rapt attention while I read 🙂 I never EV-ER thought I’d enjoy being in a room,  teaching a group of 6 little children. Ever. But I love it. And it’s so not flashy! It’s very surprising to me that I like it so much! Processed with VSCO with e5 preset

Has this ever happened to you? Have you ever applied your “gifts” to in a way that surprised you?  Have you ever let something go (whatever it is) and blessings you never saw coming were poured into your lap? I hope so!

Xx

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