I woke up this morning thinking about choosing JOY over our circumstances and then I read this article that Denise sent me. I think it is a good example of choosing joy. I hope it blesses you and helps you choose JOY in your home today.
The pictures of joy are from all around my house, I've been wanting to share them with you, but have been very busy enjoying my family!
Now on to Denise's honest and accurate account of a day in the life of a mom! Thank you Denise! Click on her button to visit her blog!
With four boys, there are some mornings I wake up with one thought....I need coffee. We have a Bunn coffee maker here, my husband can't stand to wait for coffee and I have to say....I cannot imagine my life without my super fast coffee maker.
And as fast as it is, I still find myself standing in front of it waiting for it to finish only to take out the carafe to drink it before it's ready.
I had a day like that recently. The two youngest boys had been up in the night, S4 had ended up sleeping between my husband and I, the dog had gone insane in the middle of the night barking at the neighbors dog or some other invisible thing...it was not a nice sleeping night. I woke up in desperate need of my coffee.
And of course, a night like that is followed by a late morning to school. It always happens. You know, when you end up over sleeping trying to catch some of the missed sleep, the boys lost their folder, their shoes, their back pack and you suddenly realize you were so tired the night before you forgot to make lunches thinking you would wake up early in the morning and make those lunches after a good nights sleep...
That type of morning.
When we left that morning, in a rush of yelling and crying and my wet hair freezing to my head, I left my coffee at home. It sat there all ready to go in my super cool orange cup getting colder by the moment. I didn't have time to go back and get it because we were barely going to make it to school in time as it was.
To put it simply, it was not a good morning. Not a morning to shine. Not a morning I want to repeat. Not the kind of morning you want to see anyone you know and always end up seeing everyone you know who wants to chat a bit with you.
I came home and even blogged about the morning.
But as I laughed the morning off, I felt a ping to the heart.
That feeling that means I missed something key and God is going to use the boys again to remind me what it is.
Why don't I feel I need God as much as I need my morning coffee?
Do I ever wake just thinking “Oh, God, You are the only one to get me through this day! HELP ME!”
Please don't misunderstand. I'm not saying that if I had prayed first that all the boys would miraculously find their socks and shoes and somehow the lunches would make themselves and I would care less if I had coffee ready or not...but I would think that my spirit would have been more rested, my attitude a little kinder, my desperation turned to God who can fix things instead of blaming the whole morning on “oh, I missed my cup of coffee.”
Okay, my POT of coffee!
I totally missed it that morning. Sure, I can laugh about the day but I don't want to just laugh it off. I would prefer to learn the lesson that God taught me again thru my boys. And thank Him for reaching my heart and reminding me of these lessons I need to learn.
I think the lesson learned will make that morning cup of coffee...er, pot...taste all the better.