Natalia had a 24 hr. stomach thing on Thursday (YUCK, but thankfully it was short-lived), Adam hit a growth spurt early in the week and was eating every 2 hours again, and we've all had a serious case of cabin fever!
Needless to say, I was so thankful for the glimpse of Spring, though it too was short-lived. I just needed the reminder, know what I mean? That, coupled with reaching a milestone last night--Adam went 6 hours, then 4, which meant I was only up at 2 and 6am--put a bit more spring back in my step this morning. I actually felt refreshed!
Throughout this last week though, when I was still in the thick of it, I found this. It comes from a post by Carolyn Mahaney on the Girl Talk blog, and after personalizing it and making it mine, I hung it on my refrigerator.
Here is my version--maybe it'll speak to you too.
Most of my days look pretty much the same.
I get out of bed each morning so I can do everything I did the day before.
I wash the dishes so they can be dirtied again.
I wash and iron the clothes so they can be worn and wrinkled again.
I pick up toys so they can be played with and scattered again.
I mop the floors so they can gather crumbs again.
I cook meals so that I can go to the grocery store again.
I make beds so they can be slept in again.
I wipe noses so they can run again.
I bathe little bodies so they can get dirty again.
I pick up Cheerios from the floor so that they can be spilled again.
Some days I wonder, if I do all I do, only to have it undone, am I really doing anything?
Then I realize that the mundane, repetitive nature of my days is actually full of significant, enduring work. By the grace of God, a home is being built, a family is being knit together, and souls (mine included) are being shaped for eternity.
God sees my laboring—especially what is considered insignificant—and He is pleased when I give it my best attention and effort.
I get out of bed each morning so I can do everything I did the day before.
I wash the dishes so they can be dirtied again.
I wash and iron the clothes so they can be worn and wrinkled again.
I pick up toys so they can be played with and scattered again.
I mop the floors so they can gather crumbs again.
I cook meals so that I can go to the grocery store again.
I make beds so they can be slept in again.
I wipe noses so they can run again.
I bathe little bodies so they can get dirty again.
I pick up Cheerios from the floor so that they can be spilled again.
Some days I wonder, if I do all I do, only to have it undone, am I really doing anything?
Then I realize that the mundane, repetitive nature of my days is actually full of significant, enduring work. By the grace of God, a home is being built, a family is being knit together, and souls (mine included) are being shaped for eternity.
God sees my laboring—especially what is considered insignificant—and He is pleased when I give it my best attention and effort.
God's transforming grace, which impacts my soul (and doesn't hinge on how I feel), does infinitely more than the scent of Spring on my psyche. Amen? :o)