Mornings are tricky. We people…in our human frailty and sin…sometimes wake up on the wrong side of the bed. That wasn’t me this morning. I woke up, jumped in the shower and started preparing for my day. My son came in because he thought I called his name and I cracked a Samuel joke (and then told him to go back to see if he heard anything else…because that was an exciting thought!). There was another great sermon on the radio. My son came back in and asked if he could make breakfast for the family. SURE! He’s a great kid and he takes pride in doing things like that…and I am proud of him.
After the pancakes and yogurt were all gone, however, it seemed that our morning took a turn toward the chaotic and less than ideal. Neither child wanted to get dressed or make their beds. I felt like I was repeating myself over and over again…with absolutely no results. After I wrestled my daughter into an ensemble that was reasonably suitable for the forcasted temperature…she then refused to put on her shoes. “I want YOU to do it!”, she whined. Out loud…I responded,” Why is it that you could dress yourself until today? I haven’t had my coffee nor have I had my morning time with God and….” then I trailed off. He was pressing on my heart (and my mouth) and I plopped down on the floor next to her. I finished my sentence with, “…and He would not want me to come to Him in prayer or study with an attitude like this anyways. So, yes. I will put on your shoes.”. MAN!!! This being human with selfish human tendancies is down right frustrating when you catch yourself behaving badly in the moment. Kids are kids. I was fortunate to be blessed with two here on earth and two angels in heaven. I am their mother. That is what God created me to be and that is one of my priorities at this time in my life. I firmly believe that even though God is my number one priority, and my time with him in the morning is of the utmost importance- He doesn’t want me to sacrifice my relationships with my kids and my role and responsibility as their mother either. Yes, I am a child of God…and these are His children too.
I have come to realize that sometimes God places those untimely and inconvenient interruptions in my path to show me that maybe I am overlooking something. Maybe, this morning I was not seeing them over ME. “I didn’t get MY coffee…I didn’t get MY quiet time with the Lord…Me…My…Mine…I…I…I” BLAH. This is not me. Or maybe it is me, but it’s not Him. This is not who God wants me to be. This is not a reflection of Him. This family is my flock, and I must tend to these sheep. My quiet time with the Lord will be that much more enlightening and engaging if I come to Him without this selfish and sinful attitude.
Love is patient, love is kind…it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered…It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgement…Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother or sister has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to them; then come and offer your gift.
That applies to my behavior toward my kids, too. If I’m “out” with them because of my selfishness, I need to get right before I even think about going to God.
She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue…Her children arise and call her blessed.
Now THAT’s the kind of Mom I want to be!
I woke up on the right side of the bed, but on the wrong side of the Bible this morning.