Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Creativity Escapes Me

I need help, people. Much help...

We are wanting to change the name of our blog. We want to take our last name out of the title.

One problem, though:

I have no creativity left. None.

Do you have any suggestions? Help?


Sunday, January 23, 2011

A Holy Day

So a couple weeks ago, I had one of those days that just make you want to go back to bed and start over.

I was running late to meet a friend. Then I forgot some items that I needed to return, and since we live so far from the store, and I happened to be going to said town... I really needed to turn around. I got pulled over (got a warning, whew). Drinks were spilled. Snacks forgotten. Fits thrown (by the children and me). And then I got caught by the longest, slowest train ever. No seriously, I timed it -- nearly 10 minutes of waiting. My phone started working funny. My kids threw fits in the store. And the Lowes lady was rude to me. And we were late for naptime.

All this by 2pm.

I was starting to wonder if there was a hidden camera somewhere.

But then, from the backseat my sweet Mia started singing a song she made up: "Holy, holy, holy is this day! Holy, holy, holy is this day!"

At first, I have to admit I was terribly annoyed by the incessant repeating of this phrase. Until it started to sink into my consciousness. Yes... this day is holy. This day was made and set apart by God. He planned everything that happened. He knew the drinks that were going to spill and the rude ladies before the day even started.

And you know... really, in the end, all these issues were there to teach me one thing:

No matter what happens: "This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24

Rejoice over spilled drinks and lateness? Yep. Rejoice over stops from a police officer and long trains? Of course! Rejoice over fits and rudeness? You got it.

Why? Well, for one... Because I am fortunate enough to have a drink. And a friend to meet. And police officers that protect me (sometimes from myself. And trains moving means someone has a job. And fits means I've been blessed with incredible children with amazing willpower. And rudeness means that I was blessed enough to shop at the store in the first place.

But most of all, because God was right there with me through it all. A heartbeat and breath away. And He loves me enough to let me stumble around for awhile so I will realize He's right there.