And Tuesday came... enough said.

Today was Tuesday. That alone should say it all.
If you've been reading my blog for a while, you'll know that the 24 hour span between Monday and Wednesday is one heck of a time [for me].
This Tuesday was no exception.

Honestly, I thought I might perish -- I didn't know if I would make it this time.

There is nothing too exciting to report about Teen Works. Well, except we got to dissect a giant fish in Bio. That was cool.

On the way home:
Josiah (who was watching the movie Cars in the back seat) said, "I'm old school!" I think he was quoting the movie... I'm not positive on that though.
I responded by saying, "No, you're preschool, Josiah."
My mom said, "We're just cool."
And I said,  "Well, I'm homeschool."
My mom said, "I know, honey. It's okay. We all still love you."
To which I responded by fake crying.

I actually do love my family a lot, you should know that.

When I got home, I didn't exactly feel the greatest. I cast blame on the shady McDonald's salad. But because I had to go to dance, I put my hair in a neat little ballet bun (yes, complete with pink scrunchy), and dawned my tights, leotard, and sweatshirt.
Then, I grabbed my water bottle and practically flew out the door.

Honestly, I didn't have too high of hopes for class tonight -- thus far, our dance has been hopelessly ungraceful... borderline embarrassment. As usual, Caitlin had the dance down pat. And, she looked good doing it to boot.
My ballet teacher probably thinks I have some sort of learning handicap (I don't... I'm just sort of slow after a long day. Doggone it!). She is such a patient soul -- I ask so many questions.

Anyway, ballet class tonight went really well — the amount of progression that took place was astounding.

God is faithful.

We actually ran through it a couple times with a very limited amount of mistakes. We only have two more practices until the rehearsal and recital. Oh boy.
Just between us, I'm a little worried.

After class, I headed on over to Bible study — the last meeting. What a night!
For starters, there was a platter of freshly cut strawberries. This was a great start, considering the fact that strawberries are one of my absolute favorite fruits.

Usually I sit with "my group" at a table. And because I come late, they usually save me a seat. However, this time, they didn't.
I walked in and sat down at a table with just one other lady. I did not know this lady; I honestly had never seen her in my life. Lets just caller her Lady (and no, I didn't get her name). She had two infant girls.

Well, I sat down and smiled at Lady (she was the only other person at the big table). We didn't talk because dear Beth was already talking... they had also dimmed the lights.

Lady got up to get a cup of tea. She was holding her 4 month old child in the crock of her arm and the other 2 year old child by her feet. Clearly this woman had her hands full... but she was doing all right...
I felt the Lord twinge my heart a little. He reminded me of Matthew 25:40. 

So, I ran over there (amidst the Bible study session) and got the hot water. After sort of struggling with the nozzle, I poured it into her cup. I then asked if there was anything else I could do for her (it was a little awkward). I could see she was thankful for my aid though.

After I sat down again, Lady went to the back of the room because her baby was crying.
Now, the Lord prompted me to grab her booklet and fill-in the missing notes.
It was uncomfortable (to say the least) for me to grab her booklet without permission and write in it.

However, I put all my reservations aside and obeyed.
When Lady came back to her chair, after the little punk fell asleep, (mom, you know I added that phrase just for you) and saw that I had filled in her notes, she looked at me with glistening eyes and mouthed "thank you."
Then I knew. I knew that what I did was not of myself, it was the Spirt working through me.

Well, when Beth was wrapping up, she asked us to pair up. We took each other's hands, I looked into her eyes, and encouraged her as a sister in Christ. I thought I'd cry right then and there - Lady looked like she might too.
She'd probably been sitting alone at that table for ten weeks, and I had never taken notice. The gratitude and kindness shone from her eyes and spoke to me. I gave her a hug (something I rarely do... especially to strangers. I'm not a huggy type of person).
I then proceeded to hold her 4 month old little girl — so precious and tiny.

If I had sat with my regular table, full of those wonderful ladies, I would have missed the opportunity to possibly be a blessing to Lady's life. God could have used me to bless her, but I think He used her to bless me more.

Was it really this morning that I prayed God would use me today?
Yes, and He sure did - I just got goosebumps.

What a Tuesday.