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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

eleventy-first post

There are people so poor, all they have is money.
(a quote I read on the internet)

Paul said our weaknesses exemplify Christ's strength. So, stubbornly, I pray "Make me needy. Make me have to suffer, to work hard, to toil long. Let me be desperate for You." Of course over the years I will do (have done) nearly anything to avoid dependence on anyone or anything, but that is laughably impossible. Our ideas of difficulty and ease can be quite fallacious.

By God's grace we no longer have ANY credit cards, for the first time in our lives. Unless Brett's salary changes dramatically or his hours decline again, we are set to pay off the student loans & house in about 5 years. As helpful as those five years would be to invest and save for the future, it is just not worth me working full time and missing these five years of Norah's life. Nope. No matter how much I second-guess. Besides, perhaps our challenges can be a testament to God's sustenance and we can glorify Him with our discipline (or possible failure). This is our chosen path, not an easy one, but it could be much, much worse.

We are taking a Dave Ramsey class again next year because we learned so much the first time (and you can get your own stats at mytmmo.com). You might be at a way different place in life than we are; I think I'm just trying to communicate my gratefulness, and to encourage anyone in similar circumstances. That red line on the graph? It ends on our 10th anniversary - how cool is that?! Maybe I will get a tattoo to commemorate the event's significance. Maybe not, we'll see.

What will Norah be like when she's ten? What does it matter? She's three right now, and she won't be three forever, so I'm gonna go give her a kiss.

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1 comment:

Katri said...

Reagan, I am beyond impressed. You are making the choice to stay home with your beautiful girl and you will never regret it....it's a choice I wish I had been brave enough to do a few years ago. Having worked full time and now this year just one day a week, I see what I have missed those first few years. A co-worker cleared things up for me when I was having trouble deciding....she said: You will NEVER regret staying at home, but you may regret working.

Yup....decision made. No second-guessing...no regrets.

By the way....Ava misses Norah and is wondering when she can play! ;-)