6:15 I hear Dad’s truck start and him opening and closing
the gate as he leaves for work.
6:28am My alarm rings and I shut it off and “sleep” until
6:55. I get dressed and feed Kijah and Bella. I check the fridge and kitchen to
see if anything good to eat has “appeared”. I get on my computer and check
emails, read devotionals, get my Swagbuck for the day, and review my weekly
assignments for college.
7:30 I go out to the barn and feed the puppies, trying to
clean up the outside run before they hear me and start barking and scratching
at the door. I let them out and they go ballistic outside: growling and eating,
digging and chasing each other. I clean up inside the barn from last night, and
let Kijah outside. Dad emails me from work and tells me about the sun being a
weird color, so I go outside to try and get a picture, but it’s hidden behind
too many trees.
8:30 Mom gives me a piece of toast for breakfast, and I run
through my collection of harp music, making a list of songs that Hannah I will
play for an event tomorrow…while fending off my toast from Kijah’s eager nose.
9:00 I send emails to puppy customers and text a friend.
Sarah and I run outside quickly to take the puppies 9-week photos. They sure
are getting wiggly now! It’s harder to take good pictures of puppies than you
think. But finally we finish. Mom drives Hannah to babysitting, and Sarah goes
next door to babysit. I trim all the puppies’ nails (128 of them!). I clean up
last week’s Sunday school material, and mentally prepare for this next Sunday—could
be a full church as we have Pastor Todd Sivinksty coming to preach for four
evenings.
10:00 I take a call from someone interested in a puppy and send
puppy pictures to customers. I scroll through personal social networking
reading posts and saving chats, and realize how tired I am again. :P I read
blog posts and find the inspiration to write this one, so I turn on music and
write for a while, pausing more than once to rescue Kijah’s toy from her
vicious attempts to shred it.
11:15 Responsibilities remind me to prepare for Sunday
School, but first I go to put laundry outside and tidy my bathroom and bedroom.
I do my devotions, reading from Isaiah for my 90-day plan, and from Psalms by
choice. I talk with a puppy customer. Sarah returns home, and then Hannah.
12:30 I go outside to feed the puppies and make sure they
have water. I continue preparing my Sunday School lesson—finding a new memory
verse, deciding how I will present the story, and printing review worksheets.
2:00 I realize I’m hungry, so I go make myself some lunch. I
continue to search for a memory verse for my Sunday school class. I text
another friend, read blog posts for “study breaks”, and research college
details for another friend.
3:30 I go outside to bring in some apples that a friend
dropped off, and then I go check on the puppies again. Then I return to my
sporadic Sunday school planning. :P
5:30 Dad arrives home and we all eat dinner together. Then I
return to studying listening to “Oh the Deep Deep Love of Jesus” interspersed
with texting friends.
6:30 My concentration wanes as my mind chases a thousand and
one ideas, and I switch playlists to help me focus better.
7:20 I phone a puppy customer to arrange visits for
tomorrow. Then I clean the kitchen.
9:47 I finish my lesson plan for Sunday school, and mentally
review my schedule for the next few days. Then I find or create the review
worksheets for my Sunday school class.
10:12 I finish things up completely. Then I go out to the
barn to put the puppies in for the night. Then I will shower, maybe read and/or
write, and then go to bed sometime before midnight.
A typical day, yet not so typical. I have college
assignments on school days, but I set aside one day of the week, usually Friday
or Saturday, to prepare for Sunday school. It’s a break from school for me, and
I do enjoy it. My routines vary daily, though the activities are fairly consistent. :)
Thus ends the 22nd of August. Another day where
the Lord supplied for our needs. His mercies are new every morning. Great is
His faithfulness.
