Yoga v. God

There comes a time in a mom's life when she realizes she isn't just a woman on a mission, isn't just a Donna Quixote, isn't just flat crazy.  That moment of realization is a moment that I experienced in slow-motion, as if watching from a distance, and dare I say, as if I had experienced an out-of-body-not-my-mind moment... So many thoughts, so many emotions... I actually am a real person-not-just-a-crazed-mom; I am truly in this life-long commitment of parenthood for just this very fleeting moment of joy. I can see beyond the chore-dodging, schedule-stalling, fib-fashioning, homework-fussing... and see the flicker of the woman my daughter is to be in God's plan.   

We were at yoga.  All three of us.  Dad up in front, my girl at my side.  I was ready for the drama that usually ensues when she is faced with activity she doesn't want to partake in:  The eyeball rolling.  The full body drop because she is SOOOOO TIRED.  The look of pure irritation.  And yet, none of that happened.  

Instead... nothing prepared me for that one moment when I looked over and her feet were firmly planted on the yoga mat, arms open wide.  Her upper body was turned with confident posture.  Her head poised "just so" and her features were calm but determined.  Doesn't that all sound just like what her future in God's plan will be if she learns to be silent, obedient and stops to listen to Him?  

Feet firmly planted, open, confident posture, calm but determined...

I can't describe it other than to say, you CAN have a surreal yoga versus God moment.  

God wins.

I'm just a blurb, yes I'm only a blurb...

Just a quick little praise tonight...

I have 4 teenage girls in the house... my hubby and I are outnumbered! ;) But it's a good thing.

I was sitting here just thanking God above for my girl, my beautiful daughter. She is a challenge, a blessing, an angel, a butt munch, a funny, quirky, talented, smart, amazing gift from God. Without her, Homemaker's Mercantile wouldn't be in existence. She inspires me to always look to God when I'm lost - because I fail and I stumble and I forget my Heavenly Father is there... until I remember that she looks to me... which means when I don't have the answers (and oh my gorgonzola cheese do I not have the answers so freakishly often) I am reminded to tell her to look to God... which reminds ME to look to God. She teaches me daily. I hope I teach her something helpful, something valuable, something meaningful on a daily basis, too.

So, for now, I'm just a blurb, yes I'm only a blurb... That's for all you Schoolhouse Rocker's out there! Because that's how this Homemaker Schoolhouse Rocker rolls.