It is one of those days.
One of those days when the little things seem big. And I am so tired. The words to my children get jumbled and my 10 year old says Something is wrong with your brain! And that banana peeling I find on the floor rubs its slippery, brown mess all over my worn out last nerve.
Yes, it has been one of those days.
Where I look back and I can see the patience oozing out. Like trained soldiers, my words keep their gentleness but I know the edging aggravation dying to explode. Though my words stay calm, my children can sense my untamed heart.
One of those days.
Yes, one of those where I missed the big things for the small ones. Those moments of little fingerprints, big hugs, and tears that I can never get back.
Yes, it may have been one of those days.
It may have been covered in stinky toilets, dead car batteries, and mounds of laundry. But this day can never be refunded or exchanged for a new one. It is forever etched into the hearts of four little souls.
And I am pretty sure they won’t remember their dropped banana peeling or overflowed toilet. But they will remember their Mama’s voice. Their Mama’s hugs. Their Mama’s heart.
And even when it’s been one of those days, – especially when it’s been one of those days – I don’t want them to remember a bewildered, frustrated Mama. I want them to remember Jesus in their Mama’s heart.
And, as tomorrow will likely also be one of those days too, I pray that He penetrates deeper and fuller in my heart. And that my kids, even in my moments of frustration, can sense His grace spilling out. Loving them. And saturating us all.
Especially when we are having one of those days.
Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews 4:16
Love this song on those days:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe4SckesWLE
“This Is The Stuff” (Battestelli)
And call me please ’cause I can’t find my phoneThis is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I’m blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I’ve gotta trust You know exactly what You’re doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use45 in a 35 sirens and fines
While I’m running behind
Whoa ho ho
This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess,
I forget how big I’m blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I’ve gotta trust You know exactly what You’re doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use
So break me of impatience
Conquer my frustrations
I’ve got a new appreciation
It’s not the end of the world
Whoa ho ho ho
Oooooh This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff
Someone save me
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I’m blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I’ve gotta trust You know exactly what You’re doing
Might not be what I would choose
But this the stuff You use
Whoa whoa ho ho
This is the stuff You use.