Recently in my quiet time with the Lord (I’m still not getting up early to do it, but I am doing it), the Lord has been telling me that a Thank offering is much more fragrant to Him than burnt sacrifices. Not that I regularly slaughter a cow for the Lord . . . in today’s terms, perhaps that could be equated to works. What I do in the name of the Lord is not always what is most appreciated (not sure if that is the right word or not) by the Lord.
So what does He want? He wants my attitude to one of thankfulness.
There are so many places in the Bible where the Lord tells us to be thankful – even when asking for something in prayer, we should ask with thanksgiving.
Today I feel that I had a test. You know, to see if I have been paying attention.
I don’t know if the Lord considers that I passed or not, but I feel a lot better about my present situation (I’ll explain in a minute).
It started yesterday. Well, really it started Monday. Monday wasn’t bad, it was just busy. Really, really busy. Read: no nap for Mommy. Then yesterday the kids were being pretty typical toddlers. Playing and busy. Naughty every once in a while. A friend invited me over for lunch (what a Godsend she is!) and so I agreed to come over. My sanity was rapidly being whittled down to its’ last strings . .. Because I had slept in, I hadn’t taken a shower or gotten dressed yet, so I took Daphne upstairs to get stressed shortly before we were going to leave. I can hear the kids downstairs playing (and getting into a dispute, which they resolved when they saw my face appear at the top of the landing). I continue getting dressed and getting Daphne dressed (because at this point, she had spit up all over her outfit). I realize later that it has gotten quiet downstairs.
Daphne and I re-emerge from upstairs, all dressed and ready to go. I even had a new hair thing in my hair. Kids are not in the living room. Actually there’s no sign of them.
Not a good sign.
I get to the dining room seconds later and this kids are having a paper party. With the files from the filing cabinet. Well, a good bit of them anyway. ::sigh::
Shortly afterwards, while putting Daphne in her car seat in the kitchen, the kids remove all the wipes from the wipes container one by one and place them all over the living room.
You ever have a morning like that??
Sierra was a huge help to me just hanging out for a good part of the rest of the day. J Thank you Sierra!
Today I had PWOC. And I overslept. I had planned on snoozing just five more minutes. You know how it is in the mornings . . . well, over an hour later, I woke up. Oh – I have to leave in 45 minutes! And shower. And get all the kids up. And breakfast should happen somewhere in there.
Well, we only arrived 20 minutes late for PWOC. Yay! I didn’t even miss any of Bible study, just the opening stuff.
PWOC was great. It was our last Bible study small group for this particular study, so it was bittersweet. My small group this semester has been so wonderful.
After PWOC the kids were just running off in different directions and I just could not keep ahold of them. A friend helped me take the kids out to the van (thank you so much Soni!) and we got everyone all buckled in and set to go. I was planning on going to McDonald’s to get lunch because I just felt too tired to even try to find something to fix for lunch.
Put the key in the ignition.
Weird sounds. No sound of the van starting.
I try again. Nope.
Sophie’s in the back saying “Mommy, turn the van on.”
“It won’t turn on Sophie.”
Call Mike. No answer. Call him again. No answer. Call his work number. That’s not his work number anymore. When did that change??
Okay. Call his new work number that they gave me. Voicemail.
I’m sensing a trend here. I text him and get the kids out of the van.
We walked home from the chapel. I didn’t have the double stroller with me, so Edward rode in the stroller, I wore Daphne in a wrap and Sophie walked.
Sophie was such a little trooper. It took us forty minutes to get him and Sophie walked 35 of those minutes. She never complained once, just chattered the whole back about rocks and turtles and water and dogs.
Honestly, I was too tired to get mad about any of this. I just wanted to get home and go to sleep. I kept thinking to myself, this is just one of those weeks. Like one of those days.
Of course as soon as we got in the door, the kids started acting up. By now it was twenty to one, so they were pretty hungry and tired. I just ignored Sophie’s tirade and fixed lunch and we sat down for lunch. Once they got food, their attitudes changed immediately. And I mean immediately.
As I was thinking about what a week it was while I was fixing lunch, a thought came to my mind: Be Thankful. In all things.
Okay. So I thought about it. In this situation, this is what I’m thankful for:
That we were on base and able to walk home in a reasonably short amount of time.
The kids didn’t cry or complain or try to run off on the walk home.
That I had my wrap in the van so I could wear Daphne home.
That we have a van at all, even if it isn’t currently starting.
That our financial situation isn’t so bad that we can’t fix whatever is wrong with the van.
That I had the strength to walk home with the kids.
That it wasn’t frigidly cold or raining or anything like that while we were walking home.
That I have three beautiful children.
That I have a phone where I could call someone for help.
That I have a husband that I could call.
So by the time we sat down for lunch and I said the prayer, I just felt so thankful. Really. The van can be fixed. I can rearrange my schedule of appointments until it does get fixed.
The Lord is always with us and we should always be thankful. There truly is always something to be thankful for. We may have to look really hard for it, but it’s there. J