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God is working in our family. Isn't it amazing when it's obvious?! It is to me.

It just blows my mind that God would work in my life at all. That He would allow me to glorify Him. Not because He's not good, but because I am who I am. I have character defects and things I fall completely short in. And yet, He is working in me and in my family. 

Mind. Blown.

The kids are enjoying public school. They have awesome teachers and they are all getting to discover gifts and talents and interests. It's so interesting to see them grow. Some of them are doing course work 2 grades above their own. Some are struggling to do their grade level work. All are working hard, using whatever their level of academic talent is to the best of their ability. 

I've always wanted my kids to do better than I did academically. Don't get me wrong, I was smart. But I was lazy. Really, I want them to be responsible and do their best. 

Well, I just want to say upfront that I take absolutely zero credit for this, but they are responsible. They do their homework, they ask for help when they need it and they don't wait until it's report card time. They pay attention to their grades and if there's a problem they confront it. Immediately. 

It's an amazing experience to see them grow and work hard. 

Michael started a new job a few months ago and his start and quit times are flexible so he's been going in early so he can get off early. So he's been getting home an hour to an hour and a half sooner than he was previously. It's so nice to see him more!

About a month ago, I applied for a job. One. I have thought off and on about getting one but I made the decision that I was not going to chase one down. If God wanted me to have one, He would provide it. And He did. 

I saw and applied for the job on Wednesday around noon. I received a call around 4 that afternoon where an interview was scheduled for the next day. I was super excited but super relaxed. I only had one pair of close toed shoes and they had holes and unraveling of the stitching. But I wasn't worried because I trusted that if God wanted me to have the job, I would have it regardless of the shoes I was wearing. I also discovered that my most recent resume had been deleted from our computer and I wouldn't have time to redo it. Again, no worries! if God wanted me to have the job I would, with or without the resume. 

I went to the interview completely relaxed. I just wanted the outcome to be whatever God made it. I wanted to be sure that I was allowing God to open the doors and I wasn't building my own. 

My boss hired me within 5 minutes of the start of the interview. The hours are perfect. My coworkers are amazing. And I love my job. I basically go in there and file for 4 hours everyday. I get lost in the files and before I know it, it's time to leave. And my work is appreciated which is a HUGE blessing. 

God is also working in my marriage. Like, it's amazing. We are connecting like never before. God is obviously working in us and in our marriage.

Last night I lay in bed just thinking about how good God is. Not because everything in our life is easy or good. We have our problems. I still struggle with negative thinking and a host of other issues. But He is good. And He's working in us. In me. And you know how amazing and mind blowing that is?!?!?! There are just so many things going on and we are growing in ways that are absolutely not possible without God's hand.

In the last year, I haven't always been confident that I and my marriage were redeemable. I wondered if I could change and if our life could really be different. But it is. It really is and I am just sitting here in complete and utter awe of God's grace!

He's been so good to me!


  1. Hannah, that is wonderful news. So happy for you. Yes, God is good! I hope this means you will be staying put. We would hate to loose you and your family. Blessings.


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