Shared in Godly Parenting
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I need help. I don't know how I'll ever take care of this many people. There's not enough of me to stretch around. I feel like a peanut butter jar with nothing but leftovers within. A multitude of hands grab me at once, and my surface is completely obscured. You cannot even see me any longer. Just the fingers and palms of others. I finally get the baby to settle down and stop crying, when there is a crash from the other room. That butter knife is inside me, scraping! I am in the middle of neatly braiding my daughter's hair for the third time, when a toy goes sailing from the hand of a guilty-looking toddler and hits his brother in the forehead. Just as Older Brother begins to cry loudly, Dear Husband calls me to fetch something for him quickly. Scraaape! There is a phone call from someone who insists on visiting at the only time of day I have available to lie down after my mess of a night. Husband brings up potty training and homeschooling issues that I know need attention. But... How much more peanut butter do people think they're going to find in here right now? Every room I walk into needs attention. The laundryroom garbage is overflowing. The little boys' room is a wreck. The computer room is a mess of toys. There are stacks of folded laundry waiting to be hung or put away. The mail station needs sorting desperately. The livingroom needs vacuuming. Older Daughter needs her church dress sewn. The floors in the kitchen and dining rooms are filthy. The bathrooms are frightful. More toast coming my way? Can't everyone see that there's nothing left to me for spreading? Two older children with requests. Three little ones into mischief. Another two crying. I'm trying to use the restroom. Ohhhh, I wish I could evaporate! My husband leaves me a short list of things to tackle today as he rushes off to work. I cannot even complete my own short list of necessaries. The little ones have been needing baths for a week, and I still haven't gotten to that. Frankly, I too have been in need of a good shower. Laundry? The load wasn't switched? I do believe I smell mildew. Scraaape! No, that was my flower garden. It's not a bed of weeds. And, no, my tomato plants aren't usually so short and stunted. Cucumbers? I have a few. Just pretend they're bigger than that dime in your right pocket. Someone, please come help clean up this army of ants in the bathroom! Who got into Daddy's things and broke his special tool? What? I was supposed to call her back, yesterday? Just toss me aside and leave me be! Use margarine! Jelly! Anything else but peanut butter! My jar is completely empty. I feel like a little child rather than a grown woman. I desperately wish someone could come take care of me! There needs to be more peanut butter on the shelf. More resources.
Oh, Dear God. Please be with me. Assist me in meeting everyone's needs. I pray that you infuse me with your Spirit and give me strength and grace. Lord help me to see the blessings in unavoidable chaos. And aid me in finding a new routine and a new "normal". Help me to better watch my tongue and to control my fleshly reactions to stress. And, please, help me to remain close to You and to keep my eyes better focused on You and the eternal. In Jesus' precious Name, I pray. Amen.
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