Last Day of Swim Lessons

Landry had his last day of swimming lessons. Two summers ago we were lucky enough to get into some lessons with a teacher who does lessons durning the summer for some extra money. She is so good with the kids, and Landry loved her. We weren't able to do our schedule lessons last summer, but I managed to get him in before little sis arrives. He has become such a good little swimmer, and so fearless. We will need to keep up the swimming. His teacher was impressed at how far he had come. He even swam the length of the pool twice! I've been on bed rest and my friend Nicola took Landry all week to occupy some of his time so he wouldn't be shut up in the house with his mom. It was great because she took him to his lessons, and then after lessons she would take him and her two kids to go swimming at our neighborhood pool. Which meant he could continue to practice what he had learned. Usually by the time he made it home he was exhausted! It made going to bed easy for him... and me. The best part of the week is that Brett came home early on Thursday night. I say early... he got home at 11:30, but we get an extra day added to our weekend with him. It also meant he was able to see Landry at his last lesson and take the pictures for us.

We continue to pray for the sell of our home. We did have a "looker" on Thursday. Our realtor seems to think they are coming back this weekend! We know we are suppose to move to Queen City, so we continue to believe in His will. I believe this house will sale. I just hope it happens sooner than later. Please keep praying that happens for us. We are not deserving of anything, and yet He continues to prove His love and faithfullness to us. It is the one thing that I can't ever get over... EVERY move has been a blessing in some form. Most moves I've been ready when Brett has said let's go. But there have been two that my mind was set on being stubborn and agreeing to the visit and then telling him NO. And EVERYTIME... God impresses on my heart that it is where we need to be. I so desperately wanted to tell him no to the move to Queen City, as a matter of fact I wasn't honest about what God had layed on my heart when Brett first asked my reaction. I knew driving home from there that day we needed to go... but I wasn't ready to be that upfront about my feelings, because I DIDN'T want to go. In the long run it would have been easier, and probably saved a few arguments. But, that is what happens when you deny God's desires. I hate to think of what the outcome might have been if we had said no.