James brought home this project from bible school the other week. We've had it on our fridge and it has sort of been our house motto. Everytime there is bickering or crabing or fighting in our house (which is often with a 5 year old, 4 year old and 2 year old) I remind the kids "don't complain, be thankful". Well today it was my turn to be reminded. I woke up in a less than enthusiastic mood today, to be quite honest I was sad. Maybe it was because Annie was up most of the night, or maybe it was because Annie and I were gone most of yesterday for tests and consults and I wasn't able to spend my usual time with Grace and James, whatever the reason, it was a sad morning. I spent some time in pitty party mode crying about all the things on my plate until the kids woke up and it was time for mom to focus her attention. Unfortunatly Annie woke up in pain and started the day off with tears as well. This of course gave me more fuel for my pitty party. We finished up breakfast and all 4 of us headed upstairs for bath time. James and Grace got in and started to play while I sat in the hallway right outside the opened door with my Annie in my arms screaming in pain. I had given her her meds but they didn't seem to be working so all I could do was hold her. I sat there asking God why He wasn't taking away the pain, why He was taking so long to bring us a cure, why He had given us such a heavy load to carry. And then I looked up. I saw James and Grace in the bathtub and started listening to their conversation. James was teaching Grace her colors using the fish bathtub toys. He asked her "Gracie, where's the green fish" "here Jamesy, freen fishy", "No Gracie, not freen, ga ga ga GRENN, it starts with a G, just like your name Gracie!". It was almost too much. In the midst of my complaining I was missing everything to be thankfull for. James looked over at me and I gave him a thumbs up and mouthed the words "I love you". He blew me a kiss back and went back to his lesson with Gracie. I started thinking of other things I had to be thankful for and looked down at my angel, still in my arms but now asleep, the meds must have finally kicked in and she could finally get some relief and rest. Thank you God for 3 wonderful miracles. Every time I look at them I am reminded how blessed I am. Today I am truely blessed because even in my dispair I can take comfort in the fact that I am not alone, I am being held.
James brought home this project from bible school the other week. We've had it on our fridge and it has sort of been our house motto. Everytime there is bickering or crabing or fighting in our house (which is often with a 5 year old, 4 year old and 2 year old) I remind the kids "don't complain, be thankful". Well today it was my turn to be reminded. I woke up in a less than enthusiastic mood today, to be quite honest I was sad. Maybe it was because Annie was up most of the night, or maybe it was because Annie and I were gone most of yesterday for tests and consults and I wasn't able to spend my usual time with Grace and James, whatever the reason, it was a sad morning. I spent some time in pitty party mode crying about all the things on my plate until the kids woke up and it was time for mom to focus her attention. Unfortunatly Annie woke up in pain and started the day off with tears as well. This of course gave me more fuel for my pitty party. We finished up breakfast and all 4 of us headed upstairs for bath time. James and Grace got in and started to play while I sat in the hallway right outside the opened door with my Annie in my arms screaming in pain. I had given her her meds but they didn't seem to be working so all I could do was hold her. I sat there asking God why He wasn't taking away the pain, why He was taking so long to bring us a cure, why He had given us such a heavy load to carry. And then I looked up. I saw James and Grace in the bathtub and started listening to their conversation. James was teaching Grace her colors using the fish bathtub toys. He asked her "Gracie, where's the green fish" "here Jamesy, freen fishy", "No Gracie, not freen, ga ga ga GRENN, it starts with a G, just like your name Gracie!". It was almost too much. In the midst of my complaining I was missing everything to be thankfull for. James looked over at me and I gave him a thumbs up and mouthed the words "I love you". He blew me a kiss back and went back to his lesson with Gracie. I started thinking of other things I had to be thankful for and looked down at my angel, still in my arms but now asleep, the meds must have finally kicked in and she could finally get some relief and rest. Thank you God for 3 wonderful miracles. Every time I look at them I am reminded how blessed I am. Today I am truely blessed because even in my dispair I can take comfort in the fact that I am not alone, I am being held. 
I also try so hard to think of all the things I am blessed with in the midst of tears. I hope Annie is feeling better today.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this beautiful reminder! And that James....what a sweetie ;)
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