It was one of those days. One of those days where mommy really would have done better to have a day in isolation. Humanity would have been better off for it. And of course, it was the day my children decided not. to. nap. Somehow, they know!!!! At the end of the day, as I was holding on to bare threads to get my precious little ones in bed, it occurred to me how far God has brought me. That may sound arrogant, but I assure you, the emphasis is squarely on how far God has brought. The me at the end of the sentence is just for clarity. God has truly done a work in me. I remember a time, not too long ago really, when I was hanging on by mere threads at the end of nearly every day. That is not an exaggeration. Now, don’t go thinking that every day in my house ends with happy, in tune, singing of “You Are My Sunshine”, followed by a sweet kiss and a “Goodnight, my love”. At five-thirty each day, I look at the clock and say to myself “Two more hours, Sarah. You can do this.” But not today. Oh no. Not today. Today at 5:30, I was asking my children to clean up the house before dinner. Fifty thousand times I asked them. At one point, I told them, “I am about to yell at you.” I was losing it. You know that crazy person that lives inside, yeah, she was coming out. I tried to warn my family.
Then bedtime came. Bedtime always brings guilt on days like today. At the end of the day, you mentally review. What can I thank God for today? As I was praying with my sweet-hearted middle son, I realized how thankful I am that days like today are far more rare than they used to be. I’m also really grateful that somehow the crazy woman has lost some of her power in her hibernation.
I honestly wish this were a how-to post. I wish I could tell you how I got from there to here, but I can’t. I have no idea. I can only praise God and give Him glory!