The Grind

Yesterday was such a weird day. I *did* everything *right*, but somehow I never got into a good day groove. I did not have joy with my mothering... but did plod on. I had to keep reminding myself that complaining was a sin and that I didn't really have anything to complain about.

I guess that why it is so cool that Jesus came as a man. He felt what is like to be weak in the flesh. My flesh is so weak. Apart from Christ I would be a miserable wreck. I am so glad that He conquered death and lives today.

I need to be reminded daily that my life and being is in Him. I must trust in Him every moment... for every thing. That when I trust in anything else it will be unsatisfying. Contentment can never come apart from relying on Him for everything.

So today, I will try to settle down the four wiggly kids to listen attentively during devotion... and not be frustrated because they are not overwhelmed by Jesus' power and might in their lives. I will pray with them and know that I am building a foundation when they fight over who prays first. I will school them and rejoice in the whining that everything is too hard and why do they have to do this. We will change the baby, clean the house, do laundry, change the baby, cook meals, clean the house, play outside, color, go see grandma, change the baby, clean the house and do it with purpose.

I struggle with my weight, plod through the day, have grand thoughts, wipe noses, teach and train, because God has a purpose for me and my family through the everyday grind. His purposes and plans are bigger than my small world. I can't really get my head around them.. but I know that they are good.

The grind is teaching me that I need Him. How does your grind teach you?