So, last weekend I sat and spent some time and some brainpower coming up with a plan. I thought about all of the things that need to get done on weekdays, then I wrote down the current hindrances. I thought of solutions for them and worked it all together into a beautiful masterpiece of organizational bliss to adorn our refrigerator.
Problem is, I
forgot to check with my biological calendar to see how my monthly visitor felt
about my agenda. Not good. You see, when you drastically change your
children’s lives sometimes they don’t take very kindly to it. Sometimes they even balk at the new exciting
things on the schedule. Often they need
to be reminded that there is a new schedule.
Often? Who am I kidding? At least five times an hour, and that’s a
modest estimate. Then there is the lack
of enthusiasm. I mean, what’s wrong with
these people? Don’t they see how
harmonious and utopian-like this is?
New family plans require a patient and firm-minded parent to handle all of these minor adjustments. Preferably one of sound mind as well. Not one that has to bite her tongue so many times throughout the day that it’s twice its normal size from swelling. Should I really almost start to cry when I can’t figure out how to do a 7th grade math problem? Only to find out that I couldn’t do it for the same reason she couldn’t, I wasn’t following instructions. I’m thinking also of the irony of the fact that I told my son, “There are NO MORE extra chores to do today, don’t ask me ANYMORE!” He really wanted to earn those tickets.
No turning back now. I’m on a mission and I know it is worthy of prayer. It’s no less important than one that any missionary has lived out on the other side of the world. Working with souls, teaching them what I know about Jesus and how he works in our hearts. These young people are on loan to me from God to train up and do the best I can. I have allowed stress and worry to sneak up on me and all that says is, “I don’t trust you God. You aren’t big enough.” He has a plan for them in spite of me. So turn away from me, PMS Monster! You have no power here!
New family plans require a patient and firm-minded parent to handle all of these minor adjustments. Preferably one of sound mind as well. Not one that has to bite her tongue so many times throughout the day that it’s twice its normal size from swelling. Should I really almost start to cry when I can’t figure out how to do a 7th grade math problem? Only to find out that I couldn’t do it for the same reason she couldn’t, I wasn’t following instructions. I’m thinking also of the irony of the fact that I told my son, “There are NO MORE extra chores to do today, don’t ask me ANYMORE!” He really wanted to earn those tickets.
No turning back now. I’m on a mission and I know it is worthy of prayer. It’s no less important than one that any missionary has lived out on the other side of the world. Working with souls, teaching them what I know about Jesus and how he works in our hearts. These young people are on loan to me from God to train up and do the best I can. I have allowed stress and worry to sneak up on me and all that says is, “I don’t trust you God. You aren’t big enough.” He has a plan for them in spite of me. So turn away from me, PMS Monster! You have no power here!
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