I was going to write about my sewing yesterday. I came online and was reading through some of my favorite blogs when I came to Ann's post today at Holy Experience. Ann and I have been cyber friends before she or I started blogging. We are part of a wonderful group of homeschool Momma's who have been e-mailing each other for many years. I love this group of women who I have never met in real life. Ann is the person who introduced me to blogging. She writes some of the greatest posts you could ever read. Her post today though reminded me of a conversation I had with my daughter in the early morning today.

I started delivering the papers over a year ago because of financial struggles. My husband was already working one full-time job and one part-time job. He couldn't do much more. I didn't want to go back to a full time office job and he didn't want me to go back to work. We settled on paper delivery because it is only a couple of hours a day and it pays good. It leaves me free to homeschool, keep up the home, and still sew. There are down sides to delivering papers, one being that you never get a day off. It's seven days a week, 365 days a year. Our children help me. The take turns and it makes the delivery go faster, plus I am never by myself. That's my explaination of it, but at times I see God had another reason for me and the children to do this job.

I have gotten to know my children better during these early morning hours. They have talked to me about things we don't have or make time for during the daylight. Even though my children have always spent 24 hours a day with me because we homeschool, during the day you have so many other things to focus on that you don't often just sit and talk. Also, something about the dark emboldens us to talk about things we might not in the glaring light of day. This I see as truly a blessing from God. Back to my purpose and why Ann's post today made me cry.

Yesterday was a very stressful day at our home. Things didn't go smoothly, we were all tired, we had a lot of places to be and had to run around a lot. The General and I ended up cranky. We got into an arguement. The General and I have been married for 22 years. We don't argue a lot. Like once every year maybe. During the paper delivery our daughter told me she didn't like us arguing. I thought about telling her neither did I. I thought about telling her it was wrong. I told her neither of these two. Instead I told her that it was good for her to see us argue some. I told her I wanted her to have realistic expectations of the relationship her and her future spouse would have. Realistically, people don't always agree. Realistically, sometimes we take out our stress on those who don't deserve it. I told her she needed to know that it was ok to sometimes not get along, but what you do after that is what mattered. We talked about the details of this and what God teaches so freely and easily in that early morning dark.

The General and I apologized to each other and went to bed as happily married as ever. I can see what Ann so beautifully spoke of living out in our home. The Master told us never to let the sun go down on our anger. As disciples we had to live that out in our home yesterday. Our disciples watched us following the Master. Oh, what a beautiful life I live!

Sew Long for Now!