On the Jericho Road

I had a very interesting Saturday. God showed me in a very unusual way what great mercy he has had on me. My husband and I have a little side job that we do every other week. This last week was our "delivery week". Well we got up Saturday and had breakfast, then we headed out to get our "job" done. Before we realized it we were done and it was 6 p.m. I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so I came home and ate a little bit. My baby Faith was playing in her room, and I walked through her room to the bathroom. I remember feeling a little dizzy, but thought it would pass. The next thing I remember was lying on the floor with Faith yelling "she's Dead" "she's dead" and she was jumping on me. I couldn't open my eye's though. It was like a dream that I couldn't wake up from. After a few minutes I could hear Billy talking to me but couldn't understand what he was saying really. Except he kept saying my name. Anyway finally I got my eyelids to cooperate and got up off the floor. I didn't feel bad at all, I was just dizzy. Anyway, I waited a little bit to make sure I was okay then I called Faith into my room and asked what happened. She said, "why was you pretending to be dead you scared me." This made me feel horrible she's just a baby she shouldn't have these fears. So I talked to her and explained that sometimes that happens and mommy kinda falls asleep while she's walking. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes and said "you never did that before." What a blessing that she has never experienced me fainting before. She is 5 and didn't know this could happen. It was common for Bobby and Charity to find me in the middle of the floor and me to wake up to them eating microwaved Ramen noodles. Or playing candy land. I hadn't realized it had been so long. At least two years, since the last episode. Once again a huge blessing. Faith and I had a long talk about how you shouldn't JUMP yes jump on dead people, and how you should go get daddy if ever you were to think someone was dead. Then I had to talk to her long and hard about not telling the preschool teacher that mommy died. My life is never boring ha ha.
We made it through the first semester of school with passing grades...barely. We were working to the deadline and got all the extra work in, but just barely. Bobby had a few d's and so did Charity. Our goal for the next semester is no D's. C's or better are the only acceptible grades. So that means more work all around. I have to write down their work and check it once a week. Just to make sure it gets done. We are in a program where I am NOT the teacher but I am an assistant to make sure the work is getting completed. The end of November and throuh December I did a horrible job. I didn't keep up at all so this time I am on top of things. So far so good that's only two weeks in though so I hope we can stick to our goals.
Rachelle seems so much better this week. God is really having mercy on her. She returned to school today, I was nervous but hopefully all is well. She has just been so tired, so please just continue to pray for her..