She sat there in her favorite recliner wondering if the day was going to be over soon. As she sat there, she listened to one child ask for the 267th time (in the last 10 minutes) if they were going to eat dinner tonight. The other child was tickling her relentlessly under her chin with a fuzzy yellow feather while the youngest jumped as hard and as fast as he possibly could in the rainforest jumperoo yelling "dadadadadadadadada" as loud as was humanly possible. It took all the restraint she could possibly gather to not tell the first child no, she would not be having dinner tonight or ever ever again because mommies are in the business of starving their children. It took even more restraint not to yank that yellow feather and rip it in two, tossing feather remnants all over the room. But most of all, it took an incredible amount of restraint to not scream right along with the youngest in his cry for "dada."
If you are a mom, this little scenario is all too familiar. You are probably laughing, but believe me that this afternoon, I was not laughing. I was about to be at my breaking point and was needing the sun to set and for the darkness to bring with it some peace and quiet as my little ones would be tucked into their beds, sound asleep. We've all been there. We find ourselves consumed by the responsibility of not only being a mom, but just being an adult. I felt so overwhelmed today by the things that hung over my head, needing to be checked off the to do list: laundry, bills, dishes, grocery shopping, birthday party gifts, ENT appointments, etc. Only to look up and realize that my oldest's hair is halfway in his eyes causing me to make a mental note to call for a hair appointment too. Responsibility: it's never ending. I think back to when I was a teenager full of desire to get out into the real world and have my own responsibilities. I had no idea what I was asking for :) But here I am now, immersed in it and some days, drowning in it.
As I sat in that recliner this afternoon practicing "restraint", a couple of verses were brought to the forefront of my memory:
Psalm 127:3 Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him.
Luke 12:48 Great gifts mean great responsibilities; greater gifts, greater responsibilities!
I have been given much. So many people pray earnestly for things I have; things that have just been given so freely to me. I haven't known the pain and frustration of infertility or miscarriage, or of being poor, not knowing where my next meal will come from. I have everything I need and alot of what I want. I have friends, family, health, and a place to lay my head at night. I have been given much and certainly not because of anything I have done. I don't deserve the blessings, but HE has blessed despite. As I sat there wallowing in my self created misery, I began to see things a little differently. Yes, it's hard to listen to 800 bagillion "why" questions every day. It's tough to plan and prepare 13 meals per day plus snacks, bottles, and a few pumping sessions. Somedays it seems impossible to get 8 loads of laundry done only to find the hamper is halfway full again when I finally finish. Time is something that never seems to be in plenty. But as I sat there, I could hear God's still small voice saying, "I have given you much responsibilty. It's not suppose to be a walk in the park. Life's tough, but I am here and you are perfectly capable. My yoke is easy and my burden is light. I will provide exactly as you need it. Be wise with the time you are given."
I love it when God whops me upside the head with a good "get over yourself." I guess I'll be working on accepting the responsibility he has given me with gratitude. Making the best use of the time I have and not allowing myself to become consumed with my own shortcomings. I need to pay more attention to the important things in life and keep my priorities straight. It's good to be reminded of this every once in a while and apparently, I needed a good reminding today.
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