I woke up late. ugh. It always seems to ruin my morning... I start out running behind and it feels as if I will never catch up.
Breakfast to make, kids to get dressed, chores to get done.
|Lord, where is the peace in our home? Why is everyone so crabby today?
I go on. Correcting and training. It seems like I am noticing every wrong and my words come quick but then I have to ask myself, Are they marked by Him?
Time for school is upon us and still the attitudes are there.
|Where's my joy?
Lunch and more chores. It's been such a long morning but we've just got to press on through quiet time.
I sit down and it seems like now my eyes are being opened. He begins to stir me.
|Lord, where are you today? I need your mercy and grace. I can't do this on my own...
And then I remember my morning. It was me. I started the day wrong and it seemed to carry over to everyone else.
Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me. And He comes... rushing in... flooding me... washing me... cleaning me...
|O Lord, how I need You.
And I come and sit at His feet... I'm still in His presence and He quiets me. He fills me with joy and peace. And I learn.
Now. Now, I am ready for a fun, joy filled evening.
|Thank you, Father. Thank you. You are good.