Faithful God (Part 3)

About a year ago, I wrote a couple of posts entitled, "Faithful God."

If you're interested, you can read them here and here. 

Of course I know that God is faithful, even when it seems like He doesn't work out the details of our lives.  But the last twelve months have been a flurry of answered prayer.  Even prayers I didn't know I needed to pray.

April 2, I started a new job.  A job I love with a boss who is amazing.

Last summer, I got promoted.

God chose Zechariah for our family.

He came home in record time.

While I was out of the country, my parents sold my house.

The day after we got home from almost six weeks in Uganda, I purchased a house.

And in very fitting fashion, we moved on December 31, 2012.

PHEW.

What a year!

And the blessings keep on coming.

During my search for a home in Oak Park (over the last two years), I have been fixated on one elementary school and finding a house in that area.  It's a great school and we would have done well to land there.

Instead, our house is in a different part of the city.

While I have loved a couple of the houses we considered during our search, this is our home.  We have small rooms (individual) for everyone.  We have space for our nanny on a different floor (a blessing for her and for us).  We have room for people to stay in the basement so we can meet ministry or personal needs.  We are blessed.

This week I went to the local elementary school to talk to the principal about Zechariah and what makes sense for his schooling.

I was blown away.

Not only is she awesome (AMEN!) but the school surpasses every expectation I could have dreamed.

The special education department for the district is housed there.  Sure, they go out to all of the schools, but their base is here.  Two blocks from our home.

When we discussed where to place Zechariah in terms of grade, the principal explained that it doesn't really matter because they do multi age classrooms at this school.  HUH!?!?!

Yep, that's right.  Kindergarten through second grade in the same classroom. A one room schoolhouse of sorts.  So he can join K-2 and work fast or slow or whatever he needs to catch up.  Jesus!!!!

Today was his first day.  I was a weepy mess.  Not because I thought he couldn't handle it but because in a real way, he's my baby and we are still bonding.

Zechariah, however, was so excited.  He packed his backpack like a trooper and got up early (with prodding).  He ate breakfast like a champ and walked to school with me.

I love his teacher.  She had a second grader there to help Zechariah get settled.  (wisdom)  Within two minutes, they were holding hands.... Sweet Jesus of mine.... THANK YOU.

His first day was great -- and he only went for a half day.  He's already asking to stay all day.

Easy on your mama, little man.  Give me a sec to breathe....

And.... we're off!

Let the adventure continue!