I sit in the glow of the low lamp light, snuggled under my favorite quilt. My Bible, well worn and marked, splayed open next to me. I had just semi-successfully resettled the two year old, trying to convince him it was still too early for wee ones to patter around.
I need this time alone with Him before the crazy that is our day unfolds. My spirit groans in fatigue and stress, calling out to my Father for a time of comfort.
Upstairs I hear the sisters stirring. This is their usual way. Only today, it’s not so usual.
Their sleep-heavy whispers turn to firm tones through gritted teeth. Within minutes an all-out-bed-to-bed argument was underway.
You see, a serious case of the winter grumpies had found our house a few weeks ago. Tempers were shorter; voices were curt; and squabbles had increased exponentially.
This morning, when the arguing started before the day had even begun, I felt something inside snap. Anger bubbled up in my heart and my jaw tightened in frustration. I tried to get up from the couch to trudge up the stairs and put a stop to this nonsense once. and. for. all. But I couldn’t move.
I had been stopped in my tracks by an unseen hand.
It was a desperate cry from a mother’s heart when she didn’t know what else pray.
I topped the stairs and peeked into their room.
“I don’t know why you are arguing before you are even out of bed, but this is not how we’re going to start our day. I want you both to lay there for the next 5 minutes, without talking, and think about what attitude you are going to choose to have today. And in what way you’re going to choose to treat the members of our family today.”
I had managed to say it in a calm voice, disguising the rage that boiled beneath. As I pulled the door to, I heard a Whisper in my heart:
Take your own advice, daughter.
We all needed a fresh start this morning – mommy
included most of all.
So I took my 5 minutes and decided I was going to be loving and kind to the members of my family today. And I chose to not let the dark, dreary gray of winter chameleon my mood to match.
All because I listened to that voice when it whispered to me, drawing me to Himself when I was at wit’s end.
How about you today, mama? Do you need a five minute fresh start? Join me, friend. Breathe. Pray. Choose.