Sometimes when I'm in a whirlwind of a day, I forget.
I forget about the little eyes that are watching my every move.
I lose track of the little ears that pick up even my least intentional spoken thoughts.
I lose sight of the impact that my very presence has in the lives of my most impressionable audience.
And then, in all His grace...God gently reminds me of what my in-between moments mean to those He's placed in the front row seats of my life.
My little girl role plays with her dolls a scene I know we've rehearsed before.
Only this time, she's the mommy, and her favorite baby Jenny is her sweet little girl...
It goes something like this...
It's in those moments that all my senses suddenly awaken from the fog that the enemy tries so hard to convince me is reality...When I'm knee deep in laundry and dirty diapers, he tries to tell me..."This is as good as it gets for the mother of four young kids...tripping on toys, wiping bottoms and cooking meals with children strapped to your feet, crying that they don't like what you're making before it even makes it to the table. Have fun finding contentment in that."
Even as crafty as the enemy is, I serve a God who is GREATER.
Where the enemy wants me to fall into resentment, self-pity and depression, God has a called me to be GRATEFUL...and in my gratitude, find joy.
He tells me to find joy in laundry...for it means He's clothed us.
God reminds me that even washing dishes can become a holy time of praising Him... for He's fed us, again.
He smiles words of grace over me as I clean, reminding me that He's provided a roof over our heads...a place to be a family.
As we sit down to pay bills each month, we can look at what we don't have, or stand in awe of how perfectly He's giving us our daily bread.
Where the enemy tries to distract us with the chores around us...God breathes eternal purpose into our days through the lives He's created right there in our front row.
So I have a choice. I can live distracted by lifeless objects, or live with all senses awakened to the eternity sleeping in the next room wearing leopard PJs with baby Jenny tucked up under her arm. She's watching, he's listening. Can they tell what my heart beats loudest for by the way I spend most of my day?
There are moments I find myself acting or sounding just like my mom did when I was little. I repeat the same phrases, and even find the same things important that she always said were. Someday, my Cora may have a baby Jenny of her own. And someday, she may find herself acting and sounding just like her mom.
Lord, what do you want that to sound like? May I be all today, what you want for her to become tomorrow. Eternity is NOW.
