The fog became a little more clear

Thankful. That's what I feel so much of right now. Overwhelming thankfulness.

My sister (who I miss very much!!!!!) gave a great illustration on her blog recently about how sometimes we are climbing mountains and there's fog below us and above us, so we can't see how far we've come and we also can't see how far we have to go.



Isn't that the truth!!!

I am so incredibly thankful though, that today is one of those days when we got a peek into progress being made.

A couple months ago, I was 'prompted' to figure out how to get our oldest in a good language class. It's hard to connect to a new culture when your homeschooled (we've homeschooled even before coming to India ... as we do every year, we checked into schools and what's the 'latest', but still know that homeschooling is the way to go for us right now) and really can't communicate with anyone that would try to communicate with you. There's no sports teams or other things that we can involve our oldest in to help make connections (I so wish there was, I have searched and searched). So we thought that at least learning the language to some degree would be quite the learning experience and could potentially help with connecting in the culture. We had an opportunity for language lessons w/ our tutor's 20 something year old son, but that only lasted a couple weeks and wasn't a good fit.

Going home from my language class one day I had the idea (Holy Spirit told me, more like it) to go to an International School here and see if any of the teachers there would be interested in tutoring our oldest in language. Well, it's a long story, but through a divine appointment, I was able to set-up classes beginning the next week with a wonderful teacher who is a retired language teacher and a wonderfully cultured woman who speaks good English and obviously has a passion for teaching kids this language.

Fast forward, 2 1/2 months. We are getting ready to eat lunch today and our oldest says, 'can I pray?' First of all, this is a pre-teen who doesn't normally JUMP at the chance to pray. Secondly, even when asked, there's usually some hesitation. So, of course my husband and I looked at each other like, "what's this about?" and just said, "sure, great!"

To our complete surprise, our oldest prays in the language that we are learning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After asking how to say one word in the language, he took off.

choke, choke, gasp gasp!!!!

I was completely speechless, so was my husband.

We finally got it together to say, "wow that was great!"

Sure it wasn't perfect, there were a few English words thrown in ... but who cares!!!!

It just made me so thankful that God has ordained this time and set it all up for us. So thankful that I am seeing now just a glimpse of the ways He was and is working on our behalf that I had previously been blinded too. Things that the fog on the mountain was blocking our view of.

Why is it so hard to keep this perspective during the times that all we can see if fog? I think because that's all the enemy wants us to see. He only wants us to see the hurdles and 'not dones' and 'not good enoughs' in front of us and not believe for anything more or for real change.

Well, not today. Kicked him in the teeth this time and plan on doing it again soon, if not daily.

Praying for that fog to become a little more clear with each step we take!