"Irrational frustration with everyday objects" rang true! Not entirely funny as this irrational frustration might have been wearing on the hearts of my kids. Okay, we could argue that the frustration is entirely rational when a mother's told her children the same bedtime routine for nine years and said child needs to be reminded yet again... Whatever the case, I've noticed our hearts have been showing signs of wear and tear.
I declared Friday a fun day. I (privately) vowed not to nag one bit. No hurrying, no mention of mud or mess, no comment on the number of times they've been told the same thing. Training mannerly citizens calls for those things, but Friday was going to be a truce of sorts.
On our way to the pool I realized with a twinge of disappointment that I hadn't opened my verse of the day from the love box.
I sat by the pool and read some encouragement for moms and homeschoolers. I breathed a sigh of grateful prayer.
At one point, I thought of hurrying the kids so I'd have time to blog. Nope. Vow. Love was the rule of the day. Kids before writing.
We had fun all day. We lingered and laughed, licked ice cream. It felt good.
I got home just in time to head out again for some girl time with good friends. Crazy, I know! Can you have that much fun in one day? Could I survive a day without crossing anything off the list? A day wherein the list might grow due to neglect?
At 11:30 p.m., waaaaay past my bed time, far too late to blog, I peeked at Week 1, Day 6:
I am growing and becoming strong in spirit,
filled with wisdom;
and the grace of God is upon me.
I chuckled in a slightly choked up way. I felt like my Papa was smiling as He spoke words of affirmation. Good job, girl, in making love a priority over the list. Thanks for setting aside your goals to cherish the hearts of my little ones.
He grants wisdom, just because...because He loves. He knows our needs. He cares about the details of our lives. He gives us grace and we pass it on. How I love grace...they way it infuses our lives, reconnects our undeserving hearts, and revives.
We love because He first loved us.
This post is part of a series Love in a Box