I bolt upright... a screaming baby, a sky that is still dark... too early.
shh, little one. quiet. go back to sleep. (silent prayer...please, please go back to sleep.)
silence... sweet slumber.
except not me. I cannot get settled again.
This is not how my morning was supposed to go.
Just as I drift back off, a little hand knocks from the inside of his door... "Daddy!, Mommy!" then cries from the baby's room... now they are both up...
I grumble. I complain.
I get up.
Coffee... this will help. This will improve all things. Coffee will save me.
a fussy baby... half a two year olds breakfast on the floor... my coffee gets cold and remains only half finished.
This is not how my peaceful coffee experience is supposed to be. Morning coffee time is supposed to be quiet. reflective. peaceful.
I scream in my head. THIS IS NOT PEACEFUL!
I take a deep breath and say out loud. "I love my children."
Maybe today can be salvaged. I will make this day a success by accomplishing things on my "to-do" list.
Dishes... done. (only had to stop twice to help/ discipline/ rescue a child)
Laundry... in progress. (Rigg's helping is really hindering, but it is cute and he is learning)
Dinner... prepared and one frozen for later. (only had to stop 3 times for a snack/ discipline/ rescue of a child or two.)
Well, my "to-do" list is shorter... but I feel crummy. I feel stressed... slightly angry... every time I tried to get something done I was interrupted...
I feel no joy in my accomplishments.
Chocolate. This will make me feel happy. CHOCOLATE!
Ahh. sweet chocolate. How I love you.
for 3 seconds.
I am tired.
I will rest for 20 min.
Just nodded off.
The baby's up from his nap.
I grumble. I complain.
I get up.
This is not restful, relaxing... peaceful.
This is not how my day is supposed to go.
this day is a failure...
I am a failure.
But I always fail when I try to do it myself. When I try to make my own peace, my own happiness out of broken and insufficient means. When I do it... I grumble, I complain. I get angry and upset. I have no peace, no strength, no joy. I miss out on all my blessings, I miss all the wonder and joy in my day. When I do it... I see only me.
Fortunately, for me, I usually get clued-in to my self-destructive control issue... a day or two later.
Fortunately, for me, I have a Savior who forgives, comforts, guides and loves me.
And wouldn't ya know it... as soon as I stop trying to do it all myself, as soon as I rest in Him and His promise... my days are smoother. More peaceful. Full of more laughter and more Joy.
Coffee will not bring me peace... but I know where I can go for peace.
You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.
(coffee does give me all sorts of good fuzzy feelings though!)
Accomplishments and chocolate might not give me joy and happiness... but I know where to go to find it.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
As for rest... tiredness is for a short time. There will always be time to sleep. More important then sleep is a restful spirit...
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
I understand weary... I know burdened.
I am tired of re-shouldering the load.
Fortunately, for me, Christ has promised to take it. (again and again...)
But where sin increased, grace increased all the more (Romans 5:20)
Fortunately, for me, He never gets tired of rescuing me from myself.