We’re snuggled in for the night here at the Smith house. (Thank you, Jesus.)
Today was our first day back to “normal” following a relaxing Christmas vacation. I don’t think that any of us were quite ready to crack back open the school books and resume learning this morning.
The day was filled with squabbles, impatience, harsh words and a general feeling of overall frustration from all of us. I breathed prayers of peace more than once as the day wore on. I mandated quiet time for all of us this afternoon. The bliss of Monday gave way to the weariness of Wednesday, and today I had to literally choose joy over and over again.
But isn’t that life best lived? Choosing joy in every adversity? Loving despite weariness? Believing in the promises from the Promise Keeper?
Today didn’t start out blissfully, but here’s how it ended:
Peyton and I were sitting on the couch. He was watching Star Wars Episode I while I perused Facebook. Parker was playing in her room. That’s when I stumbled across this: Praying for Haven Grace.
The status update reads, “
At the end of the night I cozied my little ones snugly into their beds and kissed them a few more times than usual. The squabbles, impatience, harsh words and frustrations that bruised our joy today melted away when Peyton compassionately reminded me to stop and look at Jesus. Together. Unified. Choosing to look past our every day inadequacies and look into the face of the one who makes us whole.