…the momma’s back.
No kids on the Apparently yesterday I didn’t equate the consequences of having a birthday day off and not allowing my young, active, and loveable boys access to our yard. Our greening yard, I might add.
So the day progressively got a bit more tense. Chaos was beginning to take over, along with the words, “it’s not fair,” being shouted from various corners of my residence. I tried to read. Fail. I tried to play a game with them. Fail. I tried projects. Fail. Putting them down for a nap. Fail. I needed to get my mood back on track. Ok. Organizing and getting rid of a laundry basket of toys. Fail. The fighting continued. The grumbling. The sneaking of food. Spilling of raisin bran over the kitchen floor that had already been swept six times today. I was going a bit crazy.
A bobby pin.
Well, Grace said she needed it for her hair, and I needed it as a tiny sword.
I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. 13I can do everything through him who gives me strength. Philippians 4:12b-13