My teen challenged me to a game of ping pong. Easy enough, one might think, but this particular teen has been playing for YEARS against GOOD players (my mother-in-law is a champ!). Not to mention his muscles are twice the size of mine and he's a least - dare I admit this - a solid three inches taller than I, probably four. He was so sweet when he asked, and I couldn't remember the last time he had, so of course I said yes. From the beginning he knew he could beat me. He is stronger, faster, *sigh* taller , and more skilled. So he, sweet thang that he is, played with his weaker hand, which honestly isn't saying much because the boy is straight up ambidextrous . He was still beating me. So he got on his knees. I kid you not. He put one hand behind his back and he. played. on. his. knees . Aaaaaaaaaand he still beat me. It probably didn't help that I was laugh/crying the entire time. He thinks it was because I was having the time of my life, and I WAS! But r
It seems there is a breaking news story being told daily which has my head shaking, and no story had my blood boiling more than what took place in New York last week. I read the news that morning and went on to spend WAY TOO MUCH time reading article after article and listening to commentaries on the subject. Eventually, I planted myself on the worst of all news sources, Social Media. I was obsessed. I scrolled, and clicked, and liked, and disliked my way through all the posts, all the comments, all the news clips aimed right at people like me. Bait, click, read, thumb-down emoji. Bait, click, read, cry-face emoji. Bait, click, watch, angry-face emoji. I. Could. Not. Stop. Soon enough, I knew I needed to join the ranks. People needed to know how Sarah Fitzpatrick felt about this matter. SOMEONE MIGHT READ MY POST AND BE CHANGED! I posted. Shockingly, no one was changed. A day or so went by and I took the post down, but not because I wasn't changing any lives, th
We have been in Idaho just a few days shy of 7 months. That's over HALF a YEAR, people. MUCH has changed. Our daily routine? Changed. Weekend plans? Changed. People we call when we're in a jam? Changed. How we're being fed spiritually? Changed. (But not TOTALLY, because we are still being fed hearty meals from the truth of God's Word, only our "server" has changed, essentially). How we function as a family? Changed. Everything has changed. Half a year in a new land, with new people, and a new EVERYTHING will change you. And we are okay with that. Matter of fact, we're better than okay! We scorched our way through a brutal, smoke filled August, and we are GOOD! We tip-toed into the school year in new schools, with new teachers, and new everything , and we are good! A couple kids even won awards! (She's one ... the oldest was another, but conveniently ducked the camera >insert eye roll<). We mercifully made new frien
How is it going in Idaho? How are we are settling in? The first 2-3 months here I'd say it felt like an extended stay at an Air B & B. One with fantastic accommodations and an epic view, I might add, but I'd say it didn't really feel like home. It felt like a vacation. A few reasons came into play for that conclusion, the first being that it was summer the first three months we were here, so anything NEW felt exciting and momentous and Summer Bucket List worthy. For example... Taking a drive to the grocery store felt like an adventure, not an arduous task. Farmer's Markets came across as an epicurean day dream, not a weekly routine to purchase necessary produce. Laundry was put off until absolutely necessary. Oh... wait. That's just life. We've had a healthy amount of guests with us since our arrival in Eagle, Idaho, five months ago. Our daily life hasn't exactly resembled an actual daily life . Many mornings I'm cooking for 10 or 12.
Our family has partially or full time homeschooled for eight years. And, getting really technical, if you think of the years per kid, that's 22 years of homeschooling ! I think it's safe to say we are homeschool fans. Our decision to homeschool, initially, came from three factors: 1. Mark is a big proponent of using time wisely, and neither of us were thrilled with the use of time in our local schools. 2. We don't vaccinate, which wasn't a big deal in the beginning because BACK THEN we could just sign a waiver and it was no biggie. Then CA went all - well, Californiaish- and basically it became impossible for us to legally enroll our kids in a public school. 3. What brought homeschooling to our attention was when a family brought us a meal after Mia was born, and in walked this 8 year old boy who was kind, polite, helpful, genuine, respectful, patient, and more. I asked the mom, "Where does this kid go to school? He is incredible! What are you doing??&qu
I love learning about prayer! How different people pray, how to pray differently, what God's word says about prayer. A Praying Life is one of my favorite books about prayer. Valley Of Vision is one of my favorite books of prayers. Oh and then there's THE BIBLE , ya know, that's a pretty stellar book about AND of prayers! ;)I could go on and on about awesome books about prayer and containing prayers, but sometimes, just talking with godly friends is what my soul needs. It refreshes my resolve to not just maintain but strengthen my prayer life. MANY times I've left conversations thinking, "I would've never thought to pray about THAT, or pray THAT way." Leaves me encouraged and spurred on every time! About a month ago a sweet young lady asked if I'd share some advice on how I prayed through being able to leave our home (and family, and friends, and church, and basically everything I've ever held dear - besides my man and kiddos - obvs ..
Well, I suppose, after three weeks, it would behoove me to write down some thoughts about THE MOVE. (Behoove is one of the coolest words ever, and we should all work together to bring it back into daily use.) Back in late April, we loaded up a Pod - in order to make our house in CA appear clutter-free, and on May 14th Mark and our oldest kid drove to our new home in Eagle, ID where said Pod eagerly awaited them. This was a grand idea because the two of them were tasked with all the duties that come with moving into a new house - making beds, setting up the kitchen, making sure all the water and plumbing and INTERNET are running properly - I was a big fan of this plan from the getgo. :) On the flipside, this left me with all the "final days" duties, (which stink, FYI). Boxing up the house turned from color-coded tape, with coordinating Sharpies, to "just put it in a box!" reeeeeal quick. If not for my insanely awesome, hardworking, task loving, A-type personal