Today was not a good day at our house. Nothing hugely catastrophic by most people’s standards (or really even my own if I really think about it!) I haven’t felt very thankful, nor have I had much time today to post anything. But I’m determined to say thanks. Even if my teeth are a little gritted. I don’t want to be hypocritical. But I also think that sometimes, when feeling the most ungrateful, the only way to feel the way out of the ungratefulness, is to call out the gratefulness.
Today was just a blip in what a day can sometimes be like in a household of three females (ranging in age of 16 months, to 28 years) and one, over-worked daddy. One female is currently a little hormonal, one is three years old (enough said) and one is teething. It was a day of crying, whining, fussing, griping, lamenting, pining, losing control, crying, and wiping away tears and racoon-looking, mascara smudges (Yes, I’m describing me here. Not who you thought, huh?).
You see. I had more than enough reason to be upset. But you know what? I’m the mama. And I didn’t look one bit like a Jesus-filled, loving mama today. Nope. I looked like one of those crazy-eyed mamas you see on reality TV. I don’t want to see her again. She needs to go. Far, far away. I’m slowly starting to realize that this reality TV version of myself seems to appear after eating one too many chocolate chip cookies. Whole wheat or not, they’re wreaking havoc and I think that reality TV woman needs to take her plate of cookies and go on home. Yep. She’s not welcome here in this house anymore. I don’t like her. And neither do my kids.
So, I’m announcing to the world (because I think that may be about what it takes for accountability for me on this one) that sugar is leaving my vocabulary and my diet for a bit. Not completely . . . you know, it’s going to be in certain recipes and things (and *definitely* still in my coffee creamer), but sweets and treats? I think they need to go for a while and maybe we’ll see if a nicer mama appears at our door with a plate of carrots and dip. Because I know I definitely have some heart issues to work on. And believe me, the Lord’s getting an earful on those. But I’m beginning to wonder if too much sugar is part of the issue. I’ll let ya know.
Yeah, so I know this doesn’t have much to do with a Multitude Monday. But this was a bad enough day that I’m desperate. If you know me at all, you know that if I’m willing to give up my chocolate chip cookies for a while? Even for just an experiment? That must be one, mean mama that was here in this house today.
And right now? I’m having to press hard into being thankful…. Thank you, dear readers. You bring accountability.
#422 that her emotions are so keenly felt . . . God can redeem . . . someday, into deep-felt compassion and all-out passion for Him
#423 driving, driving, driving me to my knees . . . nowhere to turn, but Him
#424 the beautiful, heart-melting moments when they laugh and play and love on each other
#425 Firefly, trying to teach Dove to share
#426 the super powers of a protein snack and an early bed-time
#427 the “just checking-in” call from a friend
#428 that he didn’t mind picking up the forgotten sour cream
#429 Dove trying to get the beloved neighbor’s dog to play fetch with her
#430 the way Dove says, “Ouch”
#431 that Dove’s head is hard enough to withstand all the falls onto hardwood floors and running full-speed-ahead into door frames
#432 that Princess band-aids finally won over Firefly’s confidence
#433 waving palm fronds in the car, little white teeth gleaming in the spring sunlight
#434 that my man is such a hard, meticulous worker and provider
#435 that coffee night with girlfriends came on just the right day
#436 little girl excitement over a new toothbrush
#437 the wonders of a tent made with a rose-covered sheet
#438 a recently-turned picky eater, gobbling down poppyseed chicken
#439 that He knows my weariness
#440 that He covers my sin
#441 that my children show me my need for Him
#442 and entrench the comfort of knowing that He is in control
#443 their daddy-given dimples
#444 their soft skin
#445 that love is spilling over in tears . . . this moment
#446 the way she recites John 3:16 . . . “loved the woooorrrrlld”
#447 how Firefly tells me she loves me out of the blue
#448 that Dove just has to come tell me she’s watching Veggie Tales (“Mama, Mama!” Deh Dee Deh!”) and then runs back to the couch
#449 truly spill-proof sippy cups (they’re rarer than I thought)
#450 how Dove leans into my kisses
#451 that I have been given such two, amazingly created, intricately made gifts
#452 that He knows my weaknesses
#453 and maybe He’s given strengths?
#454 and He made us for each other
#455 that He can strengthen bonds
#456 and has
#457 that He asked for our cares and burdens
#458 He knows my fears
#459 that His love casts them out
#460 that He can use, even me