This last week was exhausting. We had STAAR (State of Texas Assessment of Academic Readiness) testing at school which, honestly, just about did me in. These tests are physically and emotionally draining for both students and teachers. I'm not a fan of standardized tests in general, and I'm certainly not a fan of the major emphasis we put on them. But then I'm not making the rules. So yeah . . .
Andrew took his kindergarten readiness test last Tuesday afternoon and thankfully, aced it. I know I was worried for absolutely no reason, as everyone has pointed out to me numerous times, but I'm so glad to have that behind us (him). We have an appointment with the principal in a couple weeks, and some paperwork to finish up. Then he'll officially be ready for kinder. He's growing up way too fast.
Speaking of growing up too fast, he also got to move into a booster seat this last week. This was a really big deal to him. He told everyone he saw about it. I've held off as long as possible, but he just got too long for his car seat and the straps wouldn't lengthen anymore so he graduated to the booster.
Such a big kid . . .
The new house is being framed and looking great. I can now see a definition in the rooms which makes it so much easier for me to visualize what should go where. It's nice that it's just around the block. Every evening Andrew rides his bike around the block, and we check out the progress.
I've become obsessed with watching shows/documentaries about people trying to summit Everest. It's stupidly fascinating to watch. I don't get it. I love to hike. And for the most part I'm okay with climbing, but Everest, I don't quite get. Tallest mountain in the world, thin air, brain swelling, body slowly dying, dangerous as all get out, freezing temps., high possibility of death . . . I love me a good adventure, but this is one on which I'd have to pass. Of course, watching other people attempt the craziness is another story.
I have one thought, I'll leave you with before I go. This morning I was listening to Robert Morris from Gateway talk about Mary Magdalene's story, and at the end of his sermon he asked the congregation, "On whose team are you playing?" Obviously he meant you're either on Jesus's team or the devil's team. But it got me to thinking. Have you ever seen someone score a goal for the wrong team. It's quite devastating, but I had to wonder how many of us are on Jesus's team, yet we continue to score goals for the other team. I'm not saying this to be condemning. I don't even necessarily mean when you slip up, when you sin. We all do it. I'm not excusing it, but more than that I mean, when we trust ourselves, our own abilities, those around us, this physical world, more than we trust God.When we choose to worry and try to take control rather than have faith in God's timing and His good plans for us. Those are the times I'm talking about. Because every time we give precedence to our worries and our concerns over God's faithfulness, we're scoring for the wrong team. Maybe it's just me that has this problem? Anyway, just something that's been on my mind today as I try to make a conscious effort to turn all my cares and concerns over to Him.
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