NaBloPoMo – October 8: Grateful

I had a weird up and down day.

IMG_2475It started down. I wasn’t sure about my hair. I was so tired and had a long drive and I wasn’t sure what was going to be at the other end of that drive so I was anxious.

I remembered a scripture in James 1 (this is from The Message translation):  “If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You’ll get his help, and won’t be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought.”

So I did. I asked for whatever I needed to get me through the day.

And wouldn’t you know it? I got “it”, and still don’t know what “it” was.

But I relaxed and had a great day. Meet awesome folks, learned a lot, and impressed some people along the way. Networking, they call it.

 

 

IMG_2480As I left my event, I’m walking down a steep hill and in front of me see just the most amazing scene. I remember how I love my drive home from work because I drive right into a sun set, and the colors of the sky are simply amazing. To an artist like me, I yearn to get out my paints and capture that moment. I saw a great big yellow moon. It reminded me I was out late, but also how awesome His creation is. As hard as my commute is, I wouldn’t see any of this from my house. I get to see these amazing things each and every day.

 

I walk in the house, greet my family and immediately there is some kind of knock-down drag-out melee between the big kids that leaves the littler of the big kids standing and the bigger of the big kids on the floor being very dramatic about someone punching someone’s stomach.

So had to have a big talk about not fighting each other — fight someone else who is messing with your sibling, but don’t fight each other. Do you see Mommy and Daddy fighting? No. (Although you guys play fight when daddy is tickling you.) We don’t because we love each other. If we disagree, we use words, not fists.

I open my mail and realize the IRS is trying to get me. (Not literally me. Just my money. I hope.)

Big sigh. I shake my head at that, and inform the big kids that there is no book for them, only for the littlest kid. Oh, and the Bible. Which they complained about when I hadn’t read enough. You know it’s been a weird day when your kids end the day begging for more scripture.

We end with the Lord’s Prayer. Big kids (reluctantly) apologized to each other. We do a round robin of what we’re grateful for. Today, I was grateful to have a job that I like and that helps to support my family’s needs. Little big kid was grateful for her bed and not having to sleep on the street in the cold. Big big kid was grateful for the roof over his head and the walls that surrounded him. The little one just yelled throughout all of this. I guess he’s grateful for his voice and our ears.

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