And it was absolutely dragging me down into the pits of despair.
This morning, I feel that God showed me how wrong my attitude has been; and I've made a promise to Him to do better by my family and those with whom I come in contact.
The Bible says, "Serve the Lord with gladness, come before Him with joyful singing." (Psalm 100:2 NASV) It occurred to me this morning that my whining and complaining were probably not the joyful singing that God likes to hear. I have become like my children, always rebelling and voicing my disapproval in loud obnoxious terms.
God has given me this family -- my blessing. And here I am complaining about it. Shame on me! The King of Kings came down from Glory to be a servant, so who am I to shun the duty? Today I will gladly serve my family. I will pick up random dirty socks on the floor 37 times a day, and laugh at the antics my toddler performs daily instead of being annoyed. I will look for the joy in everything, and praise my children more than I correct them.
I have to give myself a reality check more than I like to admit. I find myself being tired, and frustrated, and angry that the house isn't as clean as I like or that I never get to do the things I want to do. Then, I realize that the house will never be clean because I would rather spend my time with Matt and Sydda, and that I do get to do things that I like when I am with my family. It is a hard thing to balance, but as long as you build in a day to be pouty and know you are surrounded by love, I think we will all survive. Hell, my mom did and there were 5 of us heathens.
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