They went something like this,
"Would SOMEONE please stop...
* leaving their half empty cups all over the house
* using my hair brush (which i leave in the public bathroom for my own convenience, not yours!)
* leaving their dirty dishes in the sink* eating my ice cream (that was found for free by someone else in a dumpster)
* skipping their morning chores
and cue the meltdown... Waaaaaaaaaaaaa!
All this reminiscing leads me to my point, Yesterday I hosted my own personal Meltdown Monday (and it was a doozie).
| (no children were harmed in the taking of this photo) |
| (no adults were harmed in the taking of this photo) |
When I shared my post last week I was really encouraged by the thank you's. Because really that translates to, "yes we feel that way too", and that means I'm not alone.
But, guess what! I did it! In the midst of all the emotional turmoil, I kept up with the house yesterday! I didn't get around to scrubbing the kitchen floor or anything crazy like that! But my husband walked in the door, noticed the difference, and praised me for our clean home! And I felt eternally satisfied and lived happily ever after...
No... I cringed and I shook my head... because I knew that more important duties had been sacrificed in order to accomplish menial tasks. My eternal perspective had lacked, my hope in the Gospel had been nil. And when I felt the weight of opportunities missed in the hearts of my kids, I turned not to Christ, but to some silence in a mini van (coupled with Taco Bell cheesy fiesta potatoes and a bar of chocolate) to soothe my aching soul.
I missed it, I really did! Apparently, knowing you're in the same boat only goes so far when the boat is sinking.
But there is HOPE! Thank God there is hope! Though I miss the mark in every conceivable way! For when I fail I am forced to cling once again to the assurance found in Grace undeserved.
Remember to rest in that grace, whatever day your meltdown arrives.