The past few weeks a been full of activity. Extra work at school, which included a cultural festival and successful IB visit. I've been so pleased with my students and the growth they've made this year. At home the terrible twos have set in, which means a lot of tears and tantrums. Linus turned two in February. I knew it was wearing me down, but didn't realize how it was affecting the big brothers until Teddy Bear made a sign and taped it to the door of the room where he was building a race car set. The two is backwards, but the message is clear. "No two-year-olds allowed!" After a pic of the sign is a pic of Linus, doing two of his favorite things, climbing and wearing his spongebob jammies.
This week we're finally on spring break. I'm definitely due for a week of rest and reflection.
These words certainly remind me of what this week is all about.
Thankful for my adorable children, and even more thankful for the cross, immeasurable grace.
~ Um Tulip
This week we're finally on spring break. I'm definitely due for a week of rest and reflection.
These words certainly remind me of what this week is all about.
How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
And make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulder
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
Thankful for my adorable children, and even more thankful for the cross, immeasurable grace.
~ Um Tulip