Today did not start out super great. I woke up late -happens more than I’d like to admit. We finished breakfast at…
I don’t even want to say.
Then to clean up at least a little, get all the girls settled playing, make sure the homeschool space is ready… start school, take care of Mckayla who just easily hopped over the baby gate…
All the while my mind is eating at me, “If you had… you can’t even… even when you… it’s still…”
Mornings like that are no fun.
I’ve learned from experience that the worst thing to do is despair. Sometimes it feels like you can’t walk away from that voice in your head.
*Digression: it is my personal opinion that at this point the worse thing you can do is follow the popular advice of the day, “Remind yourself that you’re a great mom! Think of ten things right now that you’re awesome at! It’s so shallow. We know deep inside how messed up we are.*
Even when I know that I’m behind and in less-than-desirable circumstances, I can’t go back and change anything. In the moment, I have to do what’s right. Keep fixing breakfast. And be joyful and thankful.
Seriously, the last few days have felt like 600,000 inner battles one right after another. Then go to bed, then do it again.
Not giving in to despair or discouragement or feeling defeated is a victory. Just because the temptation is there to wallow in all those emotions doesn’t mean we don’t have a choice.
The moment, minute, and hour at hand have not been messed up yet.
Ever felt like this?
Task. Frustration. Discouragement. Repentance. Hope. Task. Thanks. Rejoicing. Repeat.
Every ninety seconds.
Not fun, but good.
I have to say that yesterday was even harder than the day before with crazy things coming out of all sorts of places. If you’re having a day like that, don’t give in. Don’t despair.
…hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him,…