Today I'm thankful for God's word. This past week has been very rough on me. It's tough basically raising two kids on your own. And don't get me wrong . . . Dave helps out when he can. But right now, that's just not happening much at all.
Our devotional reading at church this morning came from Philippians 2:13-22.
(13) For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure. (14) Do all things without murmurings and disputings: (15) That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world; (16) Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain.
I feel like the Lord is really trying to speak to me here, but I'm having a little trouble "shining my light" so to speak. The kids have been MORE than a little difficult this week. Disobeying at every turn, being destructive and acting downright rebellious. Everything I've done has been for naught . . . they have come right behind me and undone everything I've done. I feel like I'm labouring in vain. My boiling point is reaching it's limits, and my murmerings are spilling over.
So today, I basically took the afternoon off. After lunch, I laid down with the kids and took a nap with Eli. Although it was short lived (my sister-in-law had to call and let off steam), I felt better just for the fact that I had given myself permission to rest.
While I was listening to Stacey vent . . . my oldest was doing everything she could think of to get into trouble. Jumping on the furniture, running at full speed through the house chasing the cats, playing with her bubble gum and getting it all over the place, and going outside in the snow in her UNDERWEAR. So I sent her to her room.
Then she gave me lip, when I got her out of her room to practise her spelling words for this coming week . . .
And just when I thought things couldn't get worse . . . Eli stuck a paintbrush in his ear. I'm waiting for a call back from hubby, who happens to be working in the E.R. tonight. I'm really not needing a trip to the Emergency Room tonight, but we'll see.
I'm going to take a deep breath, bathe the kids for bed, and pray for STRENGTH. Because . . .
I CAN do all things through Christ who strengthens me! (Philippians 4:13)
Tomorrow is a new day . . . and my favorite day of the week. I, and only I, can make it what it will be, and I vow to make it a spectacular one.