Do you ever have those days where things just keep going wrong?
And then, at a certain point, the level of “wrongness” is so disproportionate that instead of being overwhelming the pile-up of problems become ironic. Almost humorous?
That was my yesterday. From the truck stalling, to AAA not being able to find our insurance information, to my vacuum blowing up (ha ha ha — not really blowing up but the motor burning out with half a room
waiting needing to be vacuumed), to finding my boys stash of small pepper stems behind the couch, to the fridge motor icing up causing me to take everything out of the freezer and defrost, to getting late to ballet, to not checking one thing off my homeschool list, to finding out that Chloe MUST have braces as it’s a functional problem and not just cosmetic, to finding out I have to go back to the dentist for several kiddos to get cavities filled, to the printer rejecting the ink-cartridge at 10:50pm when Hannah has a paper she needed printed for her class in the morning, to well, you get the picture. A mega dose of – if it could go wrongs – handed over to a tired momma.
I’ll figure those hard things out — with the Lord’s help I’ll have grace and patience and hope. Rocky seasons remind me of the joy in good times, and like I’ve been writing, are helping me see the everyday beauty. Like this morning. My two oldest boys wrestling and laughing in the living room. Samuel eating (yes eating) a gluten free pancake from Trader Joe’s. My new header, designed by my Hannah, as a gift to encourage me. The fact, that hopefully, the truck just needs a new battery. (Oh, I hope it’s just that……) To sweet Chloe’s kind words in the morning. Or my moment of brilliance when I reminded the boys to dump the huge box of legos on a blanket so that we can clean them easier.
I have this devotional – Streams in the Desert by L.B.Cowman – that was given to me when Todd was undergoing cancer treatments. I’ve pulled it out, dusted the cover, and begun rereading the pages. This is today’s verse: