Decisions, Decisions....

Sometimes, it just isn't fun having to make "grown-up decisions".

The last time I had to face a decision like this, I was choosing between which sport I was going to participate in for the Spring. Was I going to play community league softball or was I going to run track for the Middle School. Daddy and Moma had told me I could participate in one sport, however, I could not do two at one time. To me, I thought my life was over. This was the most difficult decision I had EVER had to make in my entire life of 13 years! How on earth were my parents expecting me to make this choice?!?!
Of course, I was convinced that I was the only student at MMS that would ever have to make such a decision. My parents would talk to me about both sports, the pros and cons of each, all the things you do when you are making a decision.
In the end, I chose to run track for Macon Middle School. It was a new experience, a new sport, but it certainly wasn't softball, my true love. Also in the end, my parents were right. Yes, that's what I said, they were right. They had felt that it was not in my best interest to be on an Activity Bus two nights a week while I juggled softball practice, track practice, softball games, track meets, homework, church, and everything else that was going on in the life of our family of six. Now, looking back, and in so many other ways that just this one circumstance, I am ever so grateful for their insight, guidance, and their unconditional love.

Anyhow, since that time, just as I grew, the decisions I would be faced with did as well. I went from choosing which sport to play, to which college to attend, to what to major in, etc. Since that time, I have graduated high school, community college, I have gotten married and there are even still so many BIG decisions to make in the future. Which leads me to where I am now. Faced with yet, another decision.

At this point, I haven't come to a conclusion, however, I do admit this decision has been the center of my concentration. The reason why this is so incredibly difficult is because I know that regardless to what conclusion I come to, my heart will have reason to celebrate as well as have reason to break. (I feel as though could have been a quote from The Bachelor :))

A few things I am so thankful for, while I go through this process in my life are:
1) God. He reminds me not to stress, simply come to Him.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. - Phillipians 4:6
2) My ever sweet best friend and husband, Brandon.
He has encouraged me, let me cry and holds me when I do, vent my frustrations, and has been so incredibly patient with me as I work my way through this decision as it has became a part of our lives.

*Please join Brandon and I in prayer as we seek the Lord's guidance. In everything that we do, ultimately, we want to return praise to Him. We were created for the sole purpose of worshiping King Jesus and that is our aspiration, to worship the King.*

Snow Day....

Tuesday and Wednesday served as snow days and school was closed - all schools. Tuesday, I did some things around the house, ran errands (there was a lot of beautiful snow, but nothing on the roads) and had some much needed "thinking/praying time".
Wednesday, what began as a non-eventful day for me, progressed into an exciting afternoon. As the ConnectEd phone call came at 7:30am, informing of the school closing, I soon received another call from my sister-in-law, Natasha. Trimont had cancelled school as well, however, Southwestern Community College only had a 2-hour delay. Therefore, I kept McK while Tasha was in school. She got to my house (where she says it is boring, because I do not have toys) around 9am. We played for a little while here at home, then I decided I could take her to Cartoogechaye with me while I worked a little there. She loved it there. She felt like a "big girl" because she was at the "big school". At the school, she made two new friends: Maddie and Allie. They played with her in the gym, she hasn't quit talking about them.
After we left the school, McK and I met Brandon at The Factory for lunch. We ate pizza with Brandon and then it was time to play! As we were walking out into The Factory, we had a special treat! Papa had brought Lucas to play with us! This was extremely exciting for the two...they were about to bust when they saw each other.
Papa went to help Jeff with the Hope for Haiti Buckets and left Lucas with us. We went straight to the "big slide". I helped them get their shoes off and then they were off....
Brandon and I sat down to watch, we had sat there for a few moments and Brandon said, "Well, Nance, I have to get back to work." Um...what?
So there I was, with McK and Lucas. It wasn't no where near as bad as I thought it could have turned, they were both really good and listened (for the most part). I mean really, they are 3 and 4 years old, in the middle of a children's arcade. They did GREAT now that I think back on it.
They love each other so much and it was so fun getting to watch them interact with one another and play. They are special kids....
It was a great way to spend our "snow day".