You know the feeling of being so excited to go somewhere, see something new, have good conversation, the kids will be happy, they’ll meet some new play pals, the coffee will be yummy, the sun is shining, the car is working, the sleep was bad, the morning was early (again), the older one is melting down, the cough is strong, the nose is running with a tissue not far behind, the kids are screaming, the tears are flowing, the kids are tearing apart library books, the kids know only how to disobey, the sun is still shining, the yelling has started, the “mommy monster” has arrived, the little one refuses to let me take his pj’s off (again), the phone calls have started, the discouragement has set in, the videos are quickly being destroyed, the chicken soup has been started, the final decision has been made, the wishful thinking has begun, the fight to feel hopeless or angry is creeping in at every angle, the request has been made for doing “art” and the lightbulb goes off in your head because 5 hours of being awake has finally led to something peaceful…for 10 minutes anyways?
Marooned. In my own house. On a sunny day in February. And it’s only 9:30 in the morning.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
~ Psalm 23:1
Time to breathe. Time to be thankful. Time to look at “what is” rather than “what isn’t”. Time to remember it’s a season. Time to seek God.
Time to feel blessed for the chance to spend another day with my 2 guys.
Time to cast the “marooned” feeling aside, into the hands of the One who cares about all of my needs and has more for me in this day than I could ever dream or want for.
Now, why is it so quiet out there…