Just a Thot

Supermom

I was exhausted! We had just spent the past half hour trying to get the caulking off of my new car and it was late at night (or early in the morning … depending on how you looked at it!) We had worked so hard, we were all hungry … all but momma. I was just flat out tired. I wanted to go to sleep. But, being the Super mom that I am, I went out and fixed scrambled eggs and cinnamon rolls. Ian ate all his and then wanted more. I was tired and I knew he wouldn’t eat them if I fixed them, so I told him to go eat another cinnamon roll and a glass of milk. He did and came back and asked me when I was gonna fix him some more eggs. OK! By this point, I had just finished cleaning up the kitchen from the last batch of eggs … but, being Supermom, I knew I had to get back in there and fix more eggs. Grumble, grumble, grumble!

So I did. I took them to Ian who was sitting on the floor of my room right at the foot of the bed. He put them down on the floor so he could drink another glass of milk. At that precise moment in time, Tori decided that she needed some attention too and danced around in my room to get my attention. I had just crawled into bed when her foot landed square in the middle of Ian’s hot scrambled eggs. AAAAHHHHHH! I’m tired and I really don’t want to put up with this crap! Why me? Why am I the only one doing anything in this family??? Tori was screaming because her foot is burning hot, Ian is screaming because he just lost his eggs, and Dave’s not that thrilled that the whole room is screaming. But … out I crawl from under my nice warm bed covers (warm because Dave had been there for the last half hour!) and back out to the kitchen for the third time to fix MORE eggs! Grumble, grumble, grumble.

FIND ME:
No matter how many times I need to redo something, I just need to do it. Don’t look around me at others who are lying around and not helping, or at those who open only their mouths and don’t actually help. I, like Martha, have been called to work … and work with a joyful spirit. That was what Martha did wrong. She compared herself to her sister Mary. That was why Jesus rebuked her. NOT because she was or wasn’t working. It was the attitude with which the work is done. That is what’s important to God.
Lord, change my attitude. Let me be joyful in my service to You, to my family, to my friends. Not just when I get thanks, but especially when I DON’T get thanks, let me still be joyful.

Water Tight

As I sit and contemplate my marriage, my status as mom and my whole being here in this world: I feel the depression caving in on me, smothering me with dust of doubt and fear of failure. I choke for a breath of fresh air. Look at what I have given youcomes His strong, gentle voice. Find Me in.

The following is my attempt to follow His instructions and look up to Him instead of looking around to a sinful world that would like nothing else but to swallow me up and bury me so that I can’t see the light shinning so brightly above me.

As I watch son and dad working side by side to replace a broken window, I smile. Dave is turning out to be a great dad, and Ian, bless his heart, works so hard at learning how things work and how to fix them. The caulking was the last part of the project and it was almost complete. Dave let Ian finish up the last little bit. Why do we do this Daddy?Because, we want it to be water proof and the caulking makes it so that the water can’t get into the house when it rains. Oh, ok came Ian’s response.

Jump ahead three days:
Ian, where are you? Seems I am always asking that question, and lately, I’ve not been liking the answers! No answer from Ian. Oh man, this is not good I mutter to myself and set off looking for him. I find him in the bathroom washing his hands. Now, for any normal child, this would be no big deal. But Ian doesn’t wash up for anything, unless he has done something that he shouldn’t have!Where have you been? …. No response. …. What have you done? ….  Still, no response. All of a sudden, the front door opens and in walks dad! He actually got off on time tonight!!! Ian looked up at Dad and then looked down at the floor. I asked him one more time where he had been and what had he been doing. Instead of answering me, he turned around and walked outside. I rolled my eyes thinking he was just running away from us, but Dave followed him. When Dave got out to the middle yard, he screamed, Maggie, look at this! I ran out the back door and just stopped in my tracks, my mouth hanging wide open. There sat my three month old 2003 Gold Chevy Malibu with white caulking over every crack, around every window, door, hood and trunk. He had even caulked the place that you put the gas into the gas tank. Ian had completely sealed up my car so that no rain water can come in now.

FIND ME:
I’llnever forget the sight of my car with all that stuff on it to try to “make it water tight”, when it had been water tight all the way along. How? From the rubber seals on the inside of the car. How many times do I try to do that to myself? Try to fix the problem by putting some awful, ugly stuff on me, instead of letting God work on my insides. When will I learn that I can’t fix it? When will I learn that God already has? When will I learn that I can ride out any wave that the river of life throws my way simply because Jesus has already made me water tight?
Lord, forgive me again! Give me the strength to lean on You and You alone.