So, what exactly IS a third eye, anyway???  This is a term introduced to me this evening at my first YMCA Yoga class.  (emphasis on "C")  I was told to focus on the ceiling using my third eye.  Excuse me????  Isn't this the part of the class when I'm supposed to be relaxing?  I have to say that finding out about a new little appendage in the middle of my forehead is NOT very relaxing.  First of all, if I was going to have an extra body part, I would opt for an arm (with hand attached, most likely to a credit card or a broom or some other useful object).  OR, I would place my third eye right smack in the back of my head so I could get a mom's eye view of all the kid mayhem that goes on when I'm not looking. 

Secondly, I'm told that if any thoughts are entering my mind I should just let them pass.  Really??  I'm already in sticker shock from the cost of a pair of contact lenses.  Now, I'm wondering if I still have 20/20 vision?  What about an astigmatism?  Does my third eye wink at people when I'm trying to have a serious conversation?  (that would certainly explain alot)

Anyway, just crazy ramblings...honestly, other than my freakish visions and the monks' endless chanting in the background, workout was a blast.  I'm definitely going back (with a cross, a silver bullet and a necklace made out of garlic)

On to my darling children...Up to now, it must seem that I'm center stage in this life and my kids are going along for the ride.  Actually, nothing could be farther from the truth.  Ever since entering the brave and daring world of motherhood one decade ago, I've taken on the role of Facilitator.  It seems to me that each of my kids has such purpose, such destiny and many steps to take in order to get to where God has called them.  All that I do sunrise to sunset, and sometimes the hours inbetween, is to assist and direct them on their journey.  I always have the end in sight.   All four of them are historymakers.  You heard it here first, folks.  That's a promise.  I just happen to take an exercise class or two here and there.  That's all.

I do have to say that I felt such gratitude for my kids today.  No reason in particular.  They worked so hard on their lessons.  They have such insatiable thirst for "more".  We finished our book on Amy Carmichael, the missionary to India and they are in the process of writing book reports.  Bailey & Olivia have surpassed my expectations as far as their ability to compose their thoughts.  (we definitely need work on punctuation, though)  But, their compostion is brilliant.  That would be the harder thing to impart, in my opinion.  I'm so grateful for their God-given ability to communicate.  Thank you, God!

Well, they are calling me to put them to bed now.  So, I'm off. 

More later.