This morning Dh and I began our morning differently. It seems for weeks and weeks we’ve neglected OUR time in the mornings. Oh we’ve gotten through the routine, we’ve done what needed to be done, but we have missed our personal morning time together in the rushes to get everyone and everything handled.
It seems I am hearing the same lesson every where right now. Be aware that God gives us seed to plant, not to eat. So often the Word we hear in church, on the radio, in our learnings is meaningful that moment, but are we truly planting it in our lives, in our daily thoughts, in our practices? God has so been quietly whispering to me that I needed to change my heart on the things I do for our family. To examine closely what it is I think about the tasks I do and how that affects our family. Ouch.
The old poster I often saw as a teacher said the most important attitude in the room was mine is no less true as wife and mother. Yesterday, as I suppose I was brought up to think, when the going got tough, the girl got going straight for the new hair. In my world new hair or a fresh outfit will pretty much cure any mountain I am facing, or at least prepare me to go home and deal with it. Instead yesterday I shrunk back to my home with MUCH less hair and an even lower spirit. I tried very hard to do things to make it a nice night, I grilled salmon on the grill, I made the enjoyed vegetables, I even baked a homemade chocolate pie….it just wasn’t to be my night. We won’t talk about way merigue looks like toasted marshmellows when you fire them over a campfire, we won’t mention that the salmon seasoning was not exactly what was supposed to be in the seasoning mix, nor how son2 ate Sonic for dinner instead…but if the thought counts, I was there. We surely won’t mention that after beginning to roast a chicken on the stovetop, I faced it cold this morning, when I certainly didn’t remember to put it in the fridge last night, so tonight’s dinner will NOT be chicken and dumplings nor will there be chicken noodle soup for son.
Today its Wednesday. For me perhaps the hardest day of the week schedule wise. I know that this morning the house will be quiet for me for a few hours. I will take the time after time in my Bible to do what can be done in 2 hours. 15 minutes at a time until somewhere in this house is simply a few spaces that look spiffy again. I will pack away in the box already out, the spring things that mock me from my counters that its nearly fall and they aren’t gone yet. (silly bunnies, you didn’t know they taunted me did you)
Meanwhile, I’ll figure out something different for them to eat while I do children’s choir at church. Our church offers meals on Wednesdays, but $25 per family is steep for our budget, we do about $50 per week in groceries, so 1/2 in one meal won’t work for us.
This too will pass….and tomorrow will be a new day, and after all tomorrow is Thursday, my favorite day of the week!
God is good, and indeed the harvest is coming if we only plant it!
