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Saturday, June 11, 2016

Preach

Listen up, self:


Satan wants to steal your joy. You get to choose whether to let him.


 Real time, y'all. Everything can be rocking along just fine and dandy, and all of the sudden your mind starts to wander and you end up, "Why wasn't {so and so} there for me in that situation?" and "Why did no one teach me these things when I was growing up?" And "He's probably thinking I'm taking too long of a shower."
I WAS taking a shower when thinking all these things. And the baby did wake up, which I why I figured I was being judged and was honestly starting to get defensive over the fact that I was going to finish my shower And get dressed before coming to soothe said baby.
Isn't that absurd?!? To start to get upset because of what your think your spouse is probably thinking -- when you're in a different room, for crying out loud.
You tell me Satan's not at work. He is. And he hates family and marriages, and he wants to destroy them - if you let him.
All of these questioning things coming to my mind were putting little rifts in my heart between my dear, wonderful family member....whom I love tremendously, regardless of what waters went under the bridge 15 years ago. And I am refusing to dwell on past hurts tonight. Satan wants to bring these bygone things to our mind's eye and throw past sin in our face, but KING JESUS has put these sins away as far as the east is from the west. We are NOT condemned. We are washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Satan can't have my joy. I'm going to choose to fight for it. 



Monday, June 6, 2016

Where Monday found me

Normally, I don't mind Mondays too much. I don't like that Emery has to be back at work after the weekend, but I kind of like to jump right into the chores and such that at Monday a home requires.

Today wasn't my day. My A-game must have packed up and gone to Bermuda because it certainly wasn't with me today.

The majority of the day was spent trying to clean up messes that happened while I was trying to clean up messes.
Yikes.

So on the one hand I was happy that the girls were playing sweetly and not crying and I was being productive on one side of the house, only to find puddles of water and spice water (read: dig through spice draw and shake spices into a BUCKET of water). Okay, number 1, why don't these people tell me when they've spilled water that is beyond their skill level to clean up? {Yes, you're right, because that would probably make them adults with no need of me whatsoever} And number two, why, just why does the spice water need to be tested in every plastic vessel in our possession? {that might be a slight hyperbole, but never the less}.
Anywho, Clean that up. Clean clean clean...walk to the back of the house to find my room turned into a beach with ten towels spread over the floor. Ok. Might as well organize the linen closet while those are out. Only to then find.............I could go on all day.
I won't.

In between the sweet play there was a lot of crying. {I see you baby number 3!} And said baby busted his lip before the evening was out, and amidst the blood and tears I'm standing there wondering if his new little teeth are loose. I sure hope they aren't, but they did cut into his lip.

Lots of crying.

Frazzled Mama.

I was texting in for prayer support. I needed it!!

End of the day, my house is still struggling but at least the dishes are washed. I don't know about you, but I can't even think with a sink full of dishes - which was the situation all day, and so maybe I can therefore blame my bad attitudes on my kitchen problems. but hey, a heart problem is a heart problem.
And sin is sin.
And Hallelujah, where Sin abounds GRACE does much more abound.
Mama needs some second helpings of grace.

The messes are not the biggest deal. The messes mean my people live here.

I'm thankful HIS mercies are new every morning, and tomorrow I can attempt to model before my children how to work with a joyful heart, and a smile, and an encouraging word. I sure fell flat today.