I have been walking around the past few days, in spoiled brat mode, making a mental list of all the miniscule things that were making me absolutely crazy. A list that included things like:
- If that dang dog whines at me one more time...
- If Owen doesn't brush his teeth like I've told him to do for the hundredth time...
- I just want to eat a full meal without having to get up from the table 14 times to fetch things for people.
- Do you people think I'm a short order cook, maid, roto-rooter employee?
From the lady behind me in K-Mart right down to the squishiest member of our family, I had a complaint relating to every single person I came into contact with during the last 48 hours. And really, it all boiled down to...
Why are you making me do this job that I so willingly signed up for?
And then last night, after being particularly bratty (let's be honest, bratty is my nice word for a not so nice word) to le husband, I read this post by Amanda about Martyr Moms.
Talk about a slap in the face.
A slap in the face that I needed so so badly.
And then I did something that I hadn't done in a long time.
I prayed. I really, really prayed.
I stop ignoring that little taptaptap from the Lord and prayed for forgiveness harder than I ever had before.
I woke up this morning refreshed and ready to serve my family.
Ready to raise them up instead of tear them down.
That's all I have for today.