Some Days

Some days you wake up hearing birds singing, wind sailing, and tree limbs dancing. Some days you wake up to glimmering sun shine, the smell of coffee brewing, just a little earlier than your alarm, but you feel refreshingly alert and ready to tackle your day.

Some days you wake up a little late, a little tired, to crying children, gloomy drizzly rain, searing wind and an empty coffee bean jar. Today was one of those days.

Its funny how the way you rise can so alter the rest of the day. The mornings that I wake up a step behind, I attempt to catch up all day long.... Unfortunately, it seems those days come all to often. You know those days, the ones where you feel like your running a race, only your struggling through a pool of water beside a sprinter who seems to be running on air, the days where you can't find the other shoe, you run out of diapers, or God forbid, coffee. On those days the most common of tasks seems to take extra laborious effort. The intended result falls just a little short of the goal, and you are exhausted from the most mundane of to dos.

I struggle to find joy on those days. I constantly try to surrender my agenda and my controlling perfectionist tendencies, to nurture my grumpy children and to enjoy my roll serving and home-making. I'm not gonna lie, I fail more than I succeed. I end up yelling a little more than I need to, perpetuating the crying rather than alleviating it, I trip over the lost shoe, drop the bag of groceries and kick the dog. Lets just say I give in to the temptation to throw a good fit, and than I discipline my children for doing the same.

I am determined to have less of those days, I suspect it has more to do with the time I spend with God in the morning than whether the wind is whistling or streaking. I suspect it has more to do with placing a higher value on relationships than tasks and accomplishments, I suspect it has more to do with my focus. So, here's my pledge, that I will start my day with a gaze pointed heavenward. That I will view my life and those in it through a filter of His love and that I will be satisfied with my purpose to honor and serve Him and those He's called me to. And if I have to, I'll wear different shoes and hit Starbucks on the way out...