We are upon the last hours of my 32nd year. I noticed more laugh lines today, but I thanked God they were laugh lines and not worry lines. I'm not as strong as I used to be, but I helped Chris heave a desk upstairs today without severing any phalanges or straining any muscles.
I spent the whole afternoon cleaning the girls' room, including pulling pound and pounds of old clothes. I think we could have clothed an entire African orphanage with the clothes I pulled out of the closet today. But I thanked God that He gave us so many clothes. Meanwhile, the girls finished up the rest of the house cleaning! It's an early birthday present! (Now, if I go into the boys' room, I think I'll faint. The girls recently pulled a prank on the boys by moving all their clothes into the bookshelves and all the books into the dressers. It was funny at the time.)
I spent 15 minutes pushing baby J on the swing, relishing her giggles, tickling her toes, drinking in the joy of motherhood.
At this point in my life, I can feel overwhelmed with the mundane, drowning in the tedium of routine, weary with the never-ending to-do list. The Lord brought this verse to me, a birthday reminder: "Come unto me, all you that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28)
So for my birthday, I am going to rest. A real-live, true, for serious rest. Maybe I can talk the girls into giving me a foot-massage, too.
I'm about the business of raising godly children. So far, God has blessed us with six of them! My husband owns his own business, and I'm fortunate enough to stay at home with the kiddos. If you're looking for deep philosophy on this blog, you're out of luck. If you'd prefer random tales of childhood tomfoolery, stick around!
No comments:
Post a Comment