To recover ownership of by paying a specified sum.
To restore the honor, worth, or reputation of
I love the concept of redemption.
Most importantly as it relates to my personal faith in Jesus. He paid the penalty for my sins on the cross, and by the simple act of accepting that gift, I have been redeemed.
I have been restored to the righteousness that God intended for His creation to have before man decided to try it his own way.
I've been bought with a price, I'm incredibly grateful, and the joy that I feel when I contemplate it can't really be expressed with words.
I'd highly recommend it. You should try it out yourself. It's free for you and me.
(Also free-- my amazon gift card! Thanks for using my link! You guys rock.)
And now I'm going to tell you another story about redemption.
This one is much, much, much less important, but I'm telling you anyway.
Remember how Thursdays hate me? And how each Thursday kept getting worse and worse so that if you saw me on a Thursday you were seeing me on the worst Thursday of my life?
My Thursdays have been redeemed.
For the low price of $20.75.
Amen and hallelujah.
You see, Alex's dance class was the catalyst for sending a normal weekday into a downward spiral. It just did not fit well into our afternoon schedule and caused problems from about 1pm until bedtime. All for one hour of dance.
And so we have redeemed Thursday by moving Alex to a Saturday class. The recital costume for Saturday's class was $10.75 more than the one I had already paid for. Then there was another $10 cancellation charge on the other costume.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.
20 and three quarters times yes.
And there you have my much less important story of redemption.
In other news, Alex has been doing a lot of Wii dancing. She drives me a little batty choosing the same song over and over again (I Want You Back by The Jackson 5), but it's still quite amusing to watch.
Recently she's been branching out to more and more songs.
And singing them too.
Today as we were driving in the car she starts belting out "It's raining men, hallelujah it's raining men..."
From the lips of a 5-year-old, it strikes me as amusing.
Other things of note:
1) Josh made it home safely!
Hooray for an upcoming weekend with two parents to share the
2) Two weeks! Two weeks! I will be sailing away!
3) Reference guide for my husband: 2 days of school, 1 PTA meeting, 1 school song performance, 1 dance class, 2-3 baths, and more meals that I want to count.
Thanks and good luck!
Did I mention good luck?