I wrote the post copied below one year ago today. It's really kind of amusing and comforting to read it now as I feel very much the same. Minus the orange soda disaster but with the added bonus of even more inside out, balled up sweaty soccer socks.
Yes, today's post is a bit of a repeat but I had to jump start the minivan somehow!
more(new)to come.
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Wednesday, September 12, 2012
small victories.
I smiled because I was really feeling that text.
Making it to Tuesday seems almost laughable doesn't it?
How can we not make it to a Tuesday? it's only the 3rd day of the week, how hard can it be?
Sometimes Monday is such a Monday, that Tuesday's arrival is a thing of victory!
"Made it to Tuesday!"
It's not nearly as accomplished as the victorious shout, "TGIF !!!"
...but, at times it sure feels like it.
It's that time of year where I have to right my attitude rather often.
School is back in session, and with it comes all the busy.
The big irony of my life is this...
I.DON'T.LIKE.BEING.CRAZY.BUSY.
It annoys me. Unlike some, I don't thrive on chaos, but secretly wish I did.
I tend to lose function (and graciousness) right at the height of the busyness.
It's not a great scene.
After those moments I am always left with this: a pile of crying kids, sky high laundry, incomplete homework. Oh, and let's just throw in a completely spilled 2L of orange soda, Dan working out of town and a teething toddler for good measure.
How do I reconcile my aversion to busyness with the reality that I have 5 kids going in 5 different directions? I ask myself that question quite often because wishing my life was slower paced, more home based and less minivan occupied is really not going to help matters. I must take actions to keep myself from the quicksand of grumbling discontent.
This week's action: ATTITUDE of GRATITUDE
with a rambling
How can I not completely bust open with thankfulness for all that God has given me? Does sticky orange soda ALL OVER EVERYWHERE really amount to anything when compared to the 5 healthy, funny, naughty, unique kids that spilled it?
NO. Our kids are gifts. Every moment that I cart them around, wipe their butts, fold their laundry, make their sandwiches, give them tylenol, cheer them on, and put them to bed is a gift of a life with them.
Yes, of course I will feel like I am going off the rails from time to time but, Lord, help me not to lose perspective for too long.
God, speak to me when I can't seem to do one more math problem or tackle the dishwasher for the millioneth time Remind me Lord, that these moments are purposeful, sacred.
YOU have called me to them.
During it all help me celebrate the small victories, see the wins, may they stimulate my day and my attitude so I know just how precious this life is.
May I always thank you, Lord for these days... even the Mondays.
The Steadfast Love of the Lord Never Ceases,
His Mercies Never Come to an End.
They are New Every Morning,
New Every Morning.
Great is Thy Faithfulness, Oh Lord.
Great is Thy Faithfulness!
Lamentations 3:22-23
