I don’t want to complain tonight, but can I be real? I’m tired. I will be 41 in nine days. I have been at this motherhood thing for twenty-two years, and I still have eleven to go until my youngest is 18. That’s thirty-three years, y’all. Thirty-three years of cleaning up after little people, breaking up arguments, fixing broken toys, birthday parties, tantrums (oh yes, I am still dealing with that…)
It’s a bright, sunny day here in the Pacific Northwest, and I have an hour before I have to pick up my kids from school. I promised myself that I would clean my perpetually messy house during this hour of solitude. But God had other plans.
School time is upon us once again! This will be my third year working as a school nurse. I have experience at the elementary and high school level. Let me preface this post by saying that I absolutely love my job. However, as with all jobs working with kids, the most frustrating part can be dealing with parents.
Sometimes we get discouraged while praying for the lost. We faithfully pray for that lost child or spouse and we aren’t seeing any change. Occasionally, we may even feel like giving up or “giving it to God” and stop praying about it. I think the real definition of giving it to God is- stop worrying about it but keep on praying about it!
My five-year-old was sitting in the bathtub and I was standing there playing on my phone waiting for the tub to fill. And then something told me to put the phone down and go hang out with my son. So, I sat next to the tub on the floor. He just looked at me with his huge brown eyes and smiled and I started to cry.