My posting will be a little patchy for a bit... I'm still feeling a little out of sorts most days, so I'm concentrating on caring for my children and home. I find myself thinking about posts as I go about my day, kind of like narrating in my mind. The problem is that when it's time to actually write, I'm all out brain power and energy.
Since I seem to lose brain cells with the birth of each child, maybe I should get used to this current dilemna. As a former honor student, I now find it difficult to read an entire chapter of any book that doesn't include fictional characters (ranging from Beverly Lewis' Amish characters, Francine Rivers' first century Christians, or Nate the Great and Curious George).
My husband is taking a theology class this semester, and his syllabus drew me in... discussions on the nature of salvation, the current SBC debate on speaking in tongues; reading Jonathan Edwards, John Stott (my favorite in college), Wayne Grudem, and Athanasius. After I read the syllabus, I told my husband I would love to take the class with him.
Now, my husband is a kind and generous man, and these qualities kept him from saying the obvious, "Who do you think you are kidding??" I am sure that even if I had the time to take the theology class, I wouldn't make it through one of the several books and certainly not through the required research paper.
For now, I am happy and content to research important topics such as menu planning, first grade curriculums, and how to nurse a newborn while teaching first grade, pre-K 4 and pre-K 3. I think I have my work cut out for me, theology class notwithstanding.