Monday (Cont.) See Previous 2 Posts To Get The Whole Sordid Sob Story

There was a part 3. It involved tears (mine as well as the kids), lost haircutting scissors (the new pair bought to replace the never found old ones), a fight with the hubby and being late to the banquet (alone - with two of my three children and my dirty hair still in a ponytail.)

"This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm something-or- other

As I was convicted to look for God's silver lining, it was this. At least I have children who, when they see me struggle like they did today, try very hard to obey and draw sweet pictures to cheer me up - rather than take advantage of my breakdown. And their forgiveness for my picture day mistakes was instant. They rarely ever whine or pout when things don't go "their" way. They adapt. I am so very proud of them for intentionally practicing this trait! I have a God who knows that deep down inside, I am a willing worker and a diligent homemaker despite what my home and any spontaneous house guest might currently attest to. And He has so kindly blessed me with a warm and fluffy bed just calling my name after I finish 2 loads of laundry well into the wee morning hours. Innocent encouragement, a comfy bed and at least a little sleep. That's more than our soldiers in the Middle East will get tonight. So tonight, I will just pray for them and praise God despite it all.

Good night.