One of Those Weeks

There are some weeks where life seems to cruise along and you’re in the rhythm of things. You get into a routine, you know what needs to get done and you get out there and conquer it. Then there are weeks like this one…yeah, one of those. The type of week where every little thing gets more complicated than it should, you get kind of grumpy and the worst part—you’re not sure what the actual problem is or how to fix it. The last couple days I have been struggling to find my joy amidst the everyday frustrations of life. Stuff that normally does not bother me has gotten me irritated. The kid that peed on me right after I had changed the outfit he spit up on? Eh, no big deal. Kids do that. But this week it was wearing me down.

I think I am over the hump today. Perfect being that it’s Hump Day.

Satan is smart. He knows when we are in a good place. He knows when we are happy, grateful and growing in our faith. He waits for us to let our guard down and then he moves in. He wants us to curse our blessings and only focus on the “bad” stuff in our lives. Our sin skews our perception of what an actual problem is and, trust me, I am the queen of this. I get very much into control and lose sight of what matters at times. For example, my house is never going to be as organized and clean as I want it to be until A&W are actually able to start contributing with chores. But God is not going to love me more if I have an immaculate home; rather He wants me to put aside how that goal becomes idolatrous at times.

So I am going to focus on my blessings which I find is always the best way to get out of these types of funks. And I have two amazing blessings in my little boys:



Winston's wide eyed looks.



Abraham and one of his little grins.

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