Don’t panic. We don’t have ants. Well, at least not several ants. Just one. Here’s the deal … stick with me.

This week we kicked-off our school year. Homeschooling grades K, 2, and 7 creates many new challenges. I’m … no, we’re still working out our rhythm. I confess that this week has been a bit overwhelming, and not just for me. On Monday, Kadi and I sat down and went through her assignments for the week. We wrote out the work that needed to be accomplished over the course of the next five days. Bless her heart, she has a thoughtless mother/teacher sometimes. I failed to recognize how overwhelming it would be to receive all new curriculum, new textbooks, at a more advanced level, and then to get a weeks’ worth of work dumped on you.  She was nearly in tears and clearly stressed, and I had to  bite my tongue not to say, “Suck it up, honey. This is life. Seventh grade is NOT sixth grade.” Gulp. I’m not sure I bit my tongue in hind sight.

Did I mention that I’m thankful His mercies are new every morning and that Kadi is forgiving? I also recognize that God knows when I need a dose of my own medicine.

Last night was the first night of my Antioch class. Most of my readers know that I am in the beginning stages of working on a masters degree in theology. As I sat down with the guys in my class last night and read through the syllabus, I was a bit overwhelmed myself. I wasn’t so overwhelmed by the amount of work, but by the fact that I need to fit it into the rest of my insanely busy life. Here’s what I know to be true … God will only ask me to do that which I can handle. I need to be sure I’m talking to Him about the things I take on. When I’m teaching, speaking, writing … being a student, wife, mom, teacher, daughter of the King, if I’m doing what He asks, then He’ll use my time as a tithe.

What does this have to do with an ant? This morning I think my boys were slightly traumatized by our Apologia science experiment. We had to take a live ant and hold it under the water for 2-3 minutes until it quit struggling and appeared dead. Then we took it out and placed it on a napkin, poured a tiny bit of salt on it, blew the salt off and waited. It was like Lazarus … the little ant revived and crawled toward the edge of the napkin. The boys and I were learning about how ants breathe through tiny holes in their abdomen and how they have the ability to close off those holes when they are washed away or there is heavy rain. When the little ant dried off, he perked up.

Here’s the grace lesson … I was reminded that God gives us all a safety net when the floods come, when we’re overwhelmed and stressed. The sooner we quit struggling against the water, and rest in Him, the sooner He will revive us … giving us renewed energy to accomplish that which He has called us to do.