Our Inspired Journey

Just to give you an idea of what I mean, I'll give you a glimpse into my morning last Wednesday.  Wednesdays are my long day where John is out by 7am to catch the bus to school (he just walks to the end of our street) and doesn't get home until 7:30 that night.  I also have bible study at church that night where I take all 3 kids with me to go to their classes (except Cora...she stays with me).  Last Wednesday, I'm awoken with a start to Cole crying and me realizing I'm alone with all 3 munchkins for the first time!  Cole wasn't feeling well and as I walked in his room, he's crying and holding his hands up as if to say, "Look at me mom...I'm a mess!"  His nose was running so much that his hands and face were a slimy mess...that combined with a stinky diaper meant a morning bath for Cole :)  About the time I got him in the bath, Cora starting crying needing to be fed, so I sat in the bathroom feeding her as I watched Cole playing in the bathtub, still half asleep myself from a less than fulfilling night of "sleep" the night before.  About this time, Ryder stumbles in the bathroom after waking up, upset that Cole gets to take a bath and he doesn't.  Not being in a position to negotiate at the moment, with one hand on Cora, I helped get Ryder undressed so he could join Cole in his morning bath.  After finishing feeding Cora, I with one hand as I held a crying Cora (who was apparently NOT finished eating yet) got the boys out of the bath, wrapped them in towels, marched them into their room, got them dressed and out to the kitchen for breakfast.  I got them situated and eating and then began to fed Cora again when Ryder turned and (by accident) knocked his entire bowl of Raisin Bran, milk and all onto his clothes, the cloth-covered chair and floor.  I put Cora in my carrier and she hung from my belly like a baby Kangaroo as I got on my hands and knees and cleaned up the mess.  I brought new clothes out for Ryder and changed him in the kitchen taking the milk filled clothes straight to the washer....the day progressed on from there to be one of the most tiring days I've had in a long time, especially with little sleep the night before. :)  I tell you this not so that you feel sorry for me but merely to give you a glimspe into the reality of life at home with a 3.5 year old, 19 month old and newborn baby.  I will continue to fill this blog with beautiful and sweet memories of our munchkins, but I never want you to get the impression that life is without it's crazy moments too!!!  

It's not easy but the realization that these days are fleeting helps me get through each one with my focus being on savoring the sweet little moments and funny things that happen, that will only happen while my kids are little.  There will be different moments to savor in the future but for now, cleaning up messes and trying to prevent future ones fill my days and my desire is that these concerns won't consume me so much that I miss out on the moments worth remembering!  So, more pictures and updates to come...just a little dose of reality for you today and a reminder for you to pray for my patience and eternal perspective in this season with my sweet little rugrats!  I have to say, through it all...God is good!  I don't say this because I always have a smile on my face but because it's true! and in the tear-filled moments of exhaustion, the truth that our God is good is the only thing that I can stand firm on and know won't change based on my mood :)  Thank the Lord for that!  He trly is good!

These are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs by Tommy Walker that I've been singing a lot lately...it helps me gain eternal perspective when I need it most :)

Praise God...it's all true!  Here's to a worshipful moments admist spilled milk and morning baths :)