Jancsi picked up a cold and hates when his nose runs. I am trying to get him to wipe his own nose, which he does without a fuss during the day. But for some reason at night it's too much to ask. Laughter has totally back tracked and wakes up several times each night. Morning comes all too quickly and most times I feel like I'm just as tired as when I plopped in bed the night before.
This morning we were in the the car and rolling down the road by 6:30. Veggie Tales kid songs playing through the speakers. I pray for our day and we put on the armor of God. I find myself singing along with Junior Asparagus and the rest of the veggie gang. "Hosannah! Hosannah! Hosanna in the highest!" The words minister to my heart and weary body as we go past grazing cows and plowed fields. Jancsi tells me he can't hear the music... am I singing that loud?
We left the barn, my heart full of thankfulness for dear friends, new beginnings and worship time in the car with my kiddos.