Little bundle to high school

I don't know if I will be able to capture my thoughts and life in the past while.  I feel so out of the blogging mode and I want to get back in it.  My life has been a whirlwind of activity and responsibilities that blogging has ended up to be at the bottom of my to do list.  Today brought some quiet and completion of tasks that have been in the works for a while so I have some time now to write.

Let me start by saying that I am super happy that I have a grandaughter.  Emily Jane was born last Friday and she is an absolutely beautiful little girl.  Holding that little pink bundle felt so normal to me.  That was my life - pink bundles.  Now I await another beautiful blue bundle to arrive in March.

This morning I witnessed something so amazing.  I was at my daughter's high school for the weekly chapel.  Her Christian high school has chapel once a week for 45 minutes.  Angela usually talks about how awesome chapel is but today I was there, along with another mom, to present and promote information about the school Spring mission trip to Jamaica.  After out brief presentation the guest pastor, an area youth pastor, shared a word with the students about dying to ourself.  It was a powerful word, spoken directly from scripture, and spoken directly to students.  At the end I watched as he asked students who needed prayer and direction in this area of their life to come up for prayer, to be prayed with by staff.  There was silence in the gym except for the pianist and violinist playing in the backgound, as students walked up for prayer.  It was such a powerful thing to see.  You see, the 45 min. was already past but it mattered not.  Transformation in the life of even 1 student was worth being late to class.  As he began to close the time he asked the principle to come to the middle of the gym, then told all the students to get down out of their seats and lay hands on him for prayer.  He told them that their principle may sometimes feel like they don't really notice him...etc. so let's pray for him.  He left prayer open and tears were pouring down my cheeks as I heard student after student speaking a prayer for him.  It was such a powerful moment and my heart lept for joy that my daughter is a part of this school.

Then I come home and remembered that we have a car insurance bill due and about an hour ago my washing machine decided to go on the fritz.  I don't usually understand God's plan.  Guess I'm not suppose to.  I wish I could understand, but living by faith is not understanding his plan, but trusting that he has one.

"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."  Jeremiah