Okay, so yesterday, I was called a domestic goddess... Pretty cool!
And then today, I had several God moments....
First off, I finally got air in my tires (thanks to Luke with the special pump) and planned to go on a bike ride with Dassa-Beanie. I had gotten the trailer all hitched except for the tiny metal piece that was nowhere to be found. Grrrr... I searched everywhere in the garage for a solid ten minutes. All the while, I was trying to keep Dassa from walking down the driveway, since the door was up. In defeat, I sat on the weight bench and asked God to help me find it. Turning my head, I saw a flash of metal in the back part of the trailer. If I was even sitting an inch to the right or left I wouldn't have seen it!
So, after thanking God, I continued on with my bike ride to the park. I arrived and no one is there. My favorite is when there are no kids there! When tons of kids are there I usually come home with a headache. We swung on the swings for a bit, went down the slide a few times and then it was her nap time. We started to pack it up as someone else pulled into the parking lot. I noticed that they had not gotten out of their car and figured they were like me. They were probably waiting until they could have the park to themselves. As I was buckling Dassa-Beanie into the trailer, the lady finally came walking up with her small son. We both said a polite hello. She put him down to play and I thought I heard Russian.
I got excited, but normally I am too chicken to say anything. I have had very little opportunity to practice my Russian language in the last eight years. I am embarrassed by my poor grammar. But I just couldn't go( a little prompting from the Lord or what!). So, I sucked it up and poke to her in Russian.
We had a long conversation about people smoking at the park and loud disrespectful children and why we like quiet. Apparently we had more in common than I thought. Dassa-Beanie, no longer content with her sippy-cup, started to fussy, so we started saying our goodbyes.
Again, I just couldn't leave. I didn't have anything to write my number down on since I had biked there. I doubted she would want to just hand out her number, but I asked if she wanted to swap numbers anyhow. I offered to call her phone and that way she would have mine. She agreed with a big smile on her face!
It was so great to use my Russian in a real conversation again and meet another mom of a young child. Her son was 13 months and my Dassa-Beanie is almost 10 months. How perfect is that!
Maybe she will never call or maybe we will have many more park dates, but either way, I felt the rush of listening to the Holy Spirit's prompts. I loved it!
Thanks God for being so real and present in my life!
My Current Mantra
Walk humbly with God and do the work at your hands....