Today

Today I went to BSF. I do love BSF. There is no better way to start the morning than studying God's Word with others. We were studying the passage in John where Jesus washes the disciples' feet. It was compared to when Jesus stepped down from the right hand of God on the throne, took off his robe of obvious glory, and humbled himself by becoming man. I loved the comparison. I can only imagine the shock those men felt as Jesus, their teacher, master, and Lord, took off his robe, knelt before them, and washing their dirty, stinky feet. And to think he even washed Judas's feet, the very man who betrayed him, with such love and compassion. The humility, compassion, and love he showed them and shows us leaves me awed.  Oh how the Lord loves me, undeserving as I am.

Today I managed to go to work and actually get some work done. Yesterday I was there the whole day and can't tell you even one thing I got accomplished. I probably drove Terri nuts by my babbling, wandering and randomness. Seriously though, grief messes with mental processing. I rewrote passes three times before I finally gave up because I kept missing the hour I wrote them for because I'd become sidetracked before I realized the hour was over. Ridiculousness!  So anyways, today was better. I met with students, met with teachers, actually accomplished some semblance of work. Thank you God!

Today the girls started to process some more verbally. We read through a kids book about someone dying. It was actually pretty decent and left blank spots for us to fill in the blank. It did help tremendously with starting conversation. It helps to see what they are thinking and feeling. The misconceptions they may have, and where they are at this moment. Caleb was already in bed; I wish he would have been there to do it with us too.  They are all still really struggling with attending school. They all complain of headaches and stomachaches, lack of concentration and focus, and with having mini grief burst that they desperately try to cover. Pray for them.

Tomorrow we start sandcastles. It is a peer grief support group for children and their caregivers. It has been highly recommended by quite a few people I trust. Pray for us.  I think we are ready but we are also quite nervous about it. It is hard to be vulnerable with perfect strangers. It is hard to trust people to care for my children in a way that is honoring to the Lord and doesn't put false things in their heads and hearts. Pray that the lessons, activities, and conversations with peers and adults align with Scripture and are helpful in all of our healing and growth.