Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Here I Go Again

Well friends, this day started out as a challenge.  I overslept and the kids missed the bus.  This is not bad in itself but all three were in bad moods and tempers flared.  Yes, I must admit mine too.  Amid all the punches were being thrown—I didn’t throw any but the kids did.  I would not lie to you.  My forte is yelling, “Hurry up, we’re late already!  Quit hitting your brother!, Leave your sister alone!  Finally all were in the car and started to school.  I still heard arguing (quiet arguing, if that is possible). 

Already exhausted , I stumbled into my house to be greeted by –say it with me—silence!  Yes sweet nothing to listen to.  Then it came like thunder.  The still small voice of my Father.  “What happened to you this morning?  Why were you being angry with the kids when you were the one that overslept?  Guilt began to creep into my voice when I answered “I was stressed because I did not want them to be late for school.”

“My child, my child,”  you get stressed by such little things.  Do you not know that I love you?  Is the sun shining on you this morning?  Are not the color of leaves falling beautiful to you?  If you are alive and the children are healthy, can you not be thankful for that?”

“Yes, Father. I am grateful for each day you give me and I am thankful for the grandchildren you have entrusted into my care.”

This little exchange changed my whole outlook on the day and I began singing worship songs to Him.  His last remark did bring me back to earth.  He said,  “Child turn on the radio.  Singing is not the talent I gave you.”

This is the day the Lord has made.