The noise I just heard clammer upstairs begins to register. He spilled his milk. The very last, eansy bit of (expensive) milk that I had been saving for his breakfast.
I stop doing the laundry and climb the stairs in frustration.
"What happened? Why did you spill it? How did you do it? Were you messing around?"
Of course he was messing around! He is a three-year-old boy!
As I spew out my litany of questions and kneel on the floor to mop up the mess, certain humbling and convicting thoughts begin to enter my mind.
Would Michelle Duggar get this upset over a little spilled milk? Nope- she would talk softly. Does it really matter that much? At least it was in the kitchen and not on the carpet. Change your tone. He didn't mean to.
But he woke up like a whirlwind! Did someone sneak him a Redbull sometime in the middle of the night? How can he have this much energy?! Can't he just sit still for 5 minutes?! He is already driving me crazy and he has only been awake for an hour!
Just calm down. He is three!! You are doing a Bible study on peace and contentment- prove it.
But I was going to do that study right now, while they were both being good and content for that precious half an hour I have every morning! Now I may not even get a shower!
HEY! Knock it off!! Get it together! This is no way to have peace in your house!!! Be the example! STOP and pray- right now!
Give me patience today.
Help me stay calm.
Help me to not use an exclamation point at the end of every sentence (or word) today.
Help me think of the good things.
Thank you for my little boys.
My vibrant, crazy, unique little boys.
Help me see them as your gift and not my inconvenience.
Help me to honor you in the way I care for them.
Help me follow your plan for my day instead of mine.
And most of all...
give me GRACE!