Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A Monday Kind of Tuesday Morning

It was one of those mornings.

You know the kind. You wake up late. Your husband has an early morning meeting, so you're on your own. Your kids don't want to wake up because they stayed up too late the night before. They finally do, only to be grumpy and whiny...and not to mention SLOW!!

You forgot to pack the kids lunches the night before, so you do it while reading the book that you forgot to read with your Kindergartner the night before. You don't have time to take a shower, because you forgot to get your aerobics stuff together and the stuff for your morning meetings. And to sign the papers in the backpack.

You yell at your kids for taking too long, and roll your eyes at your daughter's all out drama fit...about her eyes hurting and how she can't help but gouge it out with her fist. Then you try to be more patient by telling her she can "help it". That she "can do all things through Christ who strengthens her" because I'm demonstrating that so clearly.

You keep hitting start on the coffee maker, only to realize there's no water in it. Finally you put water in, but don't even have time to drink any. So you pour it into a to go cup, but because you're in such a hurry, you don't take the time to put the lid on properly. So you spill it on your white blouse as you're rushing out the car.

You're so angry by this point that when your 2 year old son is asking to hear his favorite praise song the second he gets into his car seat, that you yell, "NO, I'M NOT PUTTING IT ON!! I just need to talk to God!" Because you know, praising Him is the last thing you want to do.

You get your daughter to school late, and you're rushing so much when you leave the car pool line, you almost get sideswiped by a huge SUV. By this time, you're ten minutes late to meet your 8 o' clock appointment you've had set for a week. With your coffee stained shirt, sloppy hair and barely any makeup on, you confess that it had been a hard morning with a drama queen for a 5 year old. Fortunately, his response was a chuckle accompanied with, "We've all been there. I have 3 girls." You want to say, "Bless you!" but you know if you say too much of anything, you'll just start crying, so you just chuckle back.

Thankfully, the morning got better. I took a deep breath, finally had some of my coffee, vented to a friend who listened so intently and then prayed for me, had another appointment that went much smoother, had lunch with a dear friend who let me laugh at myself and encouraged me simply by being in her presence. I tell you, I couldn't have picked a better day to see these gifts. I mean friends. And in the midst of it all that I "happened" to run across this...

"I will bless the Lord at all times; his praise shall continually be in my mouth."

Yes, Lord, I will bless you. Yes, Lord, I know I didn't this morning, but would you help me. Would you send your Spirit through my pressed lips of frustration, and help me have praise continually be in my mouth. Help this mess of a girl, know your grace and your gifts today.

6 comments:

Dawn said...

yes... i know just the kind of day you mean. when i think yelling is the answer... only i know that if i was just kind it would all go just a bit smoother... but the mean just comes out. teh kind of day when you just need to put your arms around your kids and apologize for that mean scary mommy who took over your body this morning. oh yes... i do know. and i thank God for forgiveness... His of me, and my kids forgiveness, too.

i hope wednesday morning greets you with a grin and only smooth waves.

Tracey said...

love the verse. What great timing. And in response to your comment, yes you were there. I'm not sure if you took the picture but I'm totally ok with saying you did. But I do have a picture of you from that night. We were looking through all of them last night and laughing. I'll probably scan soon and post of facebook. Good times

deb said...

I was laughing and gritting my teeth and holding back tears right along with you.
Those days rock us, but the mornings come and we start again.

dawn said...

I hate those days...been there, done that. And again.

Those are the days I ask God to redeem the day. He does that stuff. Sounds like He did for you too...

Hopefull said...

so enjoyable to read and relate! cracked up about no water in the coffee pot and teared up at the conculsion - so need to bless Him at all times!

Just a lass said...

This post hit soooooo close to home.

Ps. 19:14 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.