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Questions

Lately, I’ve been asking myself a lot of questions. What exactly is my breaking point of stress? Why am I calm and serene with a situation, only moments later to find myself with too much to handle? Why does all H-E-Double Hockeysticks break loose when I leave my children alone in a room for two minutes?

Case in point this morning. My four year old  (soon to be 5 next week) and I were busily washing dishes, my 3 year old was  “sweeping”, and my 20-month old was trying to get in on the action somehow. I left for maybe 2 minutes to put something away in the bathroom when suddenly, banshee-like screams came from the kitchen in an octave I was sure only girls could reach. I returned to the kitchen to find the soon-to-be-five-year-old protecting the sink with all her might, the 20-month old screaming with all his might, and the 3 year old telling me, in her three-year-old way, what all had come to pass while I had taken the 13 steps to the bathroom and back.

Imagine, if you will, water EV-ER-Y-where. Soaked through clothing, dripping down cabinet doors, pooled on the floor in front of the sink. First question in my head: Why are you doing this to me? As if, in the 2 minutes or less that I was gone my three youngest children huddled up and devised a plan to stress me out.

I have this dream of what kind of mom I want to be: actively engaging my kids during chore time, so they learn to be true helpers in our home; remaining calm and patient during stressful times so they learn to do the same; treating them with kindness, always, so they learn that relationships are far more important than any agenda or deadline I have before me. I dream of this, than I find myself sitting on the kitchen floor in tears telling them that I responded the wrong way. Telling them what my goal is: to be more consistent showing them the love that Jesus, our King, asks us to show each other in His Word, and to be thankful for all He has entrusted to me.

Thank you, Jesus, for these little ones. Help me to, someday, automatically give thanks for your blessings instead of letting the Enemy convince me that anger is the remedy to a stressful moment.

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