Is it That Day Again?

You know that day?
The day spring cleaning is planned,
the day that school is tossed out the window,
the day that you are GOING to accomplish something?

That was my day today.

Or so I thought.

My two year old fell and gashed her head open.
She's a bit accident prone.
No stitches necessary, praise the Lord.

No one would nap.

My four year old decided to not listen.

My son became obsessed with Adventure's in Odyssey and wouldn't focus on anything else.

Then, my two year old pooped all over the bath tub.

Defeat. Mass defeat. What was I doing? How did this happen and how in the world was I going to get anything done, ever, ever, EVER again?!?!?!

Uhmmmm, ever been there? It ain't pretty.
Amazing how the devil likes to drown us in disaster.

But, I have a covering.
He is my husband.
And he offers his hand and pulls me out of the pit when he sees me fast falling.

His hand is strong, and tender and knows just what I need.

I need the playroom reorganized.

1 hour later, it is clean, spacious, the heavy lifting, the heavy burden, done.

And I can breathe.

And know tomorrow is another day.

I thank the Lord that I have another chance to do it better.
I thank the Lord I have a husband who changed the course of chaos.
I thank the Lord that His mercy is new every morning.
And I pray that I will slow down from my desires and do what He has for me.
That I will seek Him early, and serve Him.

Being in Love . . . But?

I love my husband.

I mean, I really, really, love him.

A lot.

I bet you are waiting for the but . . .

But . . .

there isn't one.

Is he perfect?

Nope.

But he's fine.

He is funny.

He works hard.

He treats me well.

And he still loves me after my hormonal monster messes.

Yep, I love my husband.

Have you been loving yours lately?

Love is a choice. It isn't easy. Lust is easy and we have had plenty of that too. 

But love,
love . . .
agape . . .
laying down our desires, our very lives, for the needs, for the wants of another . . . even when they don't deserve it . . .
well, that is hard.

But that is where we come to the end of ourselves, where the flesh can die, and Christ can reign, where selfishness subsides and Peace can impart.

That is when we truly start to get a glimpse of heaven.
And my heaven is mighty fine.