My day, that is.
Here. This picture sums up the state in which I find myself:
This morning was school, this afternoon, before school was finished, we made an impromptu visit to the doctor with Jake to rule out appendicitis. (that's a story in and of itself)
An hour and a half, three tubes of blood, and one urine sample later, we flew back home, where Emma was napping, and Reese had missed an entire private lesson on vault, and was 45 minutes late for practice.
Threw them in the car, dropped them at gym, flew to the grocery store because we had NO FOOD in the house.
Seriously mean just about zero food.
Dropped the bags in the floor, only taking the time to put up the cold things because:
Jake has to finish school,
Emma has to poop,
oh, and she informs me, "Mommy, I need to learn."
So, I sit down for a nano second and draw her some shapes, she learns,
I toss some chicken in the oven,
say quick thank you prayer for Bertelli's fettucini sauce in a jar, followed by a quick prayer for protection from the additives and preservatives in that jar,
remind myself how to divide fractions,
call Brad to beg him to get done with patients in time to pick up the girls from gym,
and here I sit.....listening to my sweet son try to verbalize the difference in a compound and simple sentence.
Oh! And my dishwasher is broken and has been longer that it had to be. (again, long story)
*and I realize that a dishwasher is a luxury item and not necessary. But. See, I have a dishwasher, so I expect it to work. If I had no cavity in my cabinets with this wonderful invention sitting in it, then fine. I would be a paper product queen and a nazi about ONLY ONE GLASS PER PERSON PER DAY.
But I have a dishwasher and Lord willing, it will be fixed tomorrow. For that I am thankful.
Can I just tell you what the redeeming factor in my day has been?
This morning, Brad was leaving for work, came over to me, where I was in bed, half awake, trying to get psyched up for a Monday to do list a mile long.
He scratched my back and said,
"Hey. Just remember that today, in all that you're doing, you're doing the Lord's work. It's what He's given you to do and it honors Him. Take a step back, we have our four kids, right here with us. Don't be stressed out about stuff that really doesn't matter. Math is hard, so what. They'll all be fine."
I needed that reminder like nothing else.
It's far too easy to get so caught up in the seemingly senseless running around, the wiping hineys, the fixing hair, the cooking dinner, and the mundane tasks that NOBODY sees.
That's the secret though, isn't it?
God sees. And He actually cares.
Better yet, He is actually pleased when my purpose is to honor Him in the ordinary.
I'm living for an audience of One.
And today, this man God gave me reminded me of that gem of truth.
And it got me through a rather unattractive, haphazard day.
I'm a thankful girl this evening.
