My Ebenezer.

Church is back in season, people. We went to the 11:00 service Sunday and the building was nearly busting at the seams with all the locals who are done going to their cabins for the weekend. And the service was awesome- the pastor talked about what an Ebenezer is- and frankly- I had no idea. Essentially, Ebenezer is a hebrew word that means "stone of help"...and the whole sermon was asking you to think about when and how God has been your Ebenezer. (How many times can I say 'ebenezer' in one paragraph? I know.)

Anyway, I thought long and hard about when and where I can look at my life and just know that God has been there for me- where God has been my rock. And at first, I couldn't think of anything...and then I realized that Minneapolis is my ebenezer.

I had no idea how much I needed to be here. But God did. I had no clue about Davis' ADHD and his need for amazing doctors and teachers and school support systems. I had no idea how much I needed to grow, how much I could learn, but God did. I had no idea how much our marriage would need to grow, and how we would need to have to figure it out ourselves, without the distraction of best friends, or the non-stop support/involvement of family. In every way- when I think about moving to Minneapolis and the things we have learned here and the things we have realized we needed, I know that before I knew what I/we needed, God knew. And while that may not sound like much as a 2nd hand story- I can't stop thinking about how God worked to get me here because He knew what I would need. And how if I had not trusted Him, I would have been blocking the help he wanted to give me. It's crazy to think that someone cares enough about you to go before you- and that if you just trust Him- your life can be changed for the better.

It's very amazing to me and I feel very thankful and even emotional about it. 

And...here are some other fun pictures from the weekend:

I found this really cool "Paint by Stickers" activity book at the company store at work...I knew Davis would love it- and he spent most of Saturday morning creating pictures by sticker. He likes architectural art- building things, following a guide, step by step...

Holden likes that okay- but she is more of a free form artist. I decided, with all of our stuff crammed in the garage, that I would move some things into the laundry room so they could have a little art area...and it was super simple, and a major hit with Holden. She loves to paint.

But the big focus of the weekend was the first day of gymnastics. Holden asked at least TWENTY times when we would leave for gymnastics, between 8 and 10 on Saturday morning. And it didn't disappoint- both kids were so happy to be there and they LOVED their new classes.

Saturday after gymnastics, Bennett worked for hours on our bathtub, fixing a leak...so that afternoon, I sent him to the driving range. During that time, the kids and I walked down to the creek. It is rushing and gushing and so beautiful right now...but we can't walk down the typical trail we explore because it's covered in rushing water...

It was an awesome weekend, for sure.