I didn't wake up when I wanted to and slept right through my alarm.
I never spent time in my Bible before I decided to dive right into the tasks that awaited me.
It's too late now, it's 11am and we're half way through school.Lord! What do I do?
Looking back at this day not too many mornings ago, I meditated on how the frustration unfolded. I paid heed to how I allowed the overwhelming arguments, the rambunctious 3-year old, and the unsatisfied baby get under my skin. I allowed that anger rising from the pit of my stomach to bubble out of my mouth. The flesh reared it's ugly head!
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"You know how it's not dead?
It groans when you kick it.
So looking back, I came up with a plan of action for next time this happens.
Psalm 46:10Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
I am going to stop.
I am going to sit all my children down.
We are going to pray.
I am going to pick up my guitar and we are going to spend time worshipping our Jesus.
It doesn't matter if school doesn't get done.
It doesn't matter if dishes don't get scrubbed.
It IS critically important that I teach my children how to turn a bad day around.
Can I get an Amen??