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Plungers, Grumpiness, and Scripture Memory

So I took a road trip with just my girls for spring break to visit their grandparents and family in Alabama.   It's  barely lunch time and already the adventures have begun!  It only took Abby about twenty minutes to get her hand stuck in a mouse trap at her great grandmothers house today.  Thank goodness it was only the kind the mouse sticks to and not the metal one that breaks fingers! So it took us a lot of hand washing to get all the sticky poison off those little fingers and especially that thumb she still likes to suck...  Never mind that I am a speech therapist and I can tell this thumb sucking is doing bad things to her mouth!

But the one that takes the cake was when mom and I were dressing the twins this morning and Maddie Grace, who had only left the room for a minute, comes walking back in with her face stuck down in the bottom side of a plunger!!  Ughhh!  Oh the things I will have to tell them when they are teens!  You should have seen me scrubbing the mess out of that child's face.  I mean, I am the mom who uses hand sanitizer on everything my kids touch.  Oh. My. Gosh.  I can hardly bear to think of the grossness right now!

Sometimes this mom thing is messy.    Sometimes life is messy.  Sometimes I am grumpy.  I am not a morning person, but my kids don't seem to understand that!  Sometimes I wish I had an Alice that lived with me (think the Brady bunch) so the kids and I could do more exciting things than grocery shop, meal plan, clean house, wipe booties, or scrub plunger faces.  

I have decided I need some systems in my life to help me work smarter and not harder.  One of those systems is a way to be organized about scripture memory.  I really have not been organized about my spiritual growth since Makiah died.  It has seemed like a mountain of effort I just couldn't climb.  But I am in the foothills now and since I have finally joined this century and the world of smart phones, I have discovered there are apps for these things!  Who knew?

So the first scripture I look for is one on diligence.  I come up with Colossians 3:23.  "Whatever you do, do it with your whole heart as unto The Lord, and not for men."   I work on learning it for a few days here and there.  Then the other morning with Dora in the back ground I grab a random devotional book and open it to somewhere in the  middle.  The words on the page are about not dividing your life into compartments of things you can do on your own and things you need God for.  I am drinking this in with my coffee and between bites of my blueberry bagel.  And the scripture?  Yep.  Colossians 3:23!   Even in the mundane, possibly insane, routine of my morning, God is speaking.  And He will to you, too.

And I am convicted about being grumpy.  And I begin to see that it matters what the attitude of my heart is when I am wiping those biddy booties or scrubbing plunger faces!  Perhaps it is not so much what we are doing but how we are doing it that counts for eternity.

So this morning I thought of my scripture and tried to be a little less grumpy watching the sun come up with my peemites.  And I tried to choose thankfulness.  Thankfulness that I have little ones who come running down the hall looking for me at ungodly hours.  Thankfulness that my house is not silent anymore.  And most of all thankfulness that God cares enough to keep speaking to us even when our efforts at hearing seem haphazard at best!

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