Jesus can see us
Alright! I'll be honest. One of my favorite part of the JoyDare is taking pictures. I realize that you can participate in the JoyDare without having taken the slightest picture. But it's so much fun! Especially when I have such cute subjects! They are usually more than willing to pose for the camera!
Benjamin and Breanna did start back to school to day. This usually causes all my pictures to be of Elizabeth because she is home with me all day, except for the 8 glorious hours a week, when she while she attends MAPS at our church and I have the house to myself.
Do you understand what I am saying, people? I get to do whatever. I. want. Even the leftover dishes in the sink wait quietly until clock strikes 12:00. If I absolutely have to go to Wal-Mart during these hours, my ears cringe and my neck twitches at the sound of crying babies. These 8 hours are sacred.
Moving on.
Elizabeth is 3. That automatically puts her in the adorable-hilarious-sweet as honey-super smart-affectionate-goofy category along with every other 3-year-old in the world. She learns quickly in order to keep up with her older siblings. She has most recently understood that Jesus can see us. She likes to tell me this from time to time. She thinks it's fun.
Last week, (not my finest hour) during a particular incident in the kitchen I raised my voice towards Ben and Breanna. When I say "I raised my voice", I really meant I yelled. Yelled for no good stinkin' reason at all. I hated it. My heart squished itself inside out as it usually does when I know I hurt my kids. Does yours?
The poor kids quietly scampered out the of kitchen off to finish their movie. Elizabethm who had been in the kitchen the whole time quietly eating her snack at the table simply states, "Mommy, did you know Jesus can see us?"
Yeah, I'm just gonna let that soak a second. Impeccable timing in which she decided to share her knowledge, eh? I'm pretty sure she had no idea of the timing. Except I think that her mouth must have been taken over by the Holy Spirit.
I know. I can feel you chuckling, grinning and shaking your head.
Are you waiting on the edge of your seats for my "guilty-as-charged" reply? Here's what I came up with:
"Yes, Elizabeth, I know Jesus can see us and He's probably not very happy with mommy right now."
I'll be honest and say I don't really remember what happened after that scene. I'd like to say that I went and apologized, but that wouldn't be true. I'm sure I just tried to carry on as if nothing happened.
Sunday had been my Sunday to teach the youth class I teach with Kim. The lesson was on pride. I didn't do well Sunday teaching and I did even worse at living. I let pride win that day. Over silly, little brown Mowgli children, whom I know are quick to say "I forgive you's", give tight squeezy hugs and say "you're the best mommy ever! "
Pride is costly.
So I am thankful Jesus can see us, even when our pride wins. He sees our squishy, jelly-fish hearts and loves us. so we that come back. so that we know He is infiintely good. so that we find the true joys of the day.
Benjamin and Breanna did start back to school to day. This usually causes all my pictures to be of Elizabeth because she is home with me all day, except for the 8 glorious hours a week, when she while she attends MAPS at our church and I have the house to myself.
Do you understand what I am saying, people? I get to do whatever. I. want. Even the leftover dishes in the sink wait quietly until clock strikes 12:00. If I absolutely have to go to Wal-Mart during these hours, my ears cringe and my neck twitches at the sound of crying babies. These 8 hours are sacred.
Moving on.
Elizabeth is 3. That automatically puts her in the adorable-hilarious-sweet as honey-super smart-affectionate-goofy category along with every other 3-year-old in the world. She learns quickly in order to keep up with her older siblings. She has most recently understood that Jesus can see us. She likes to tell me this from time to time. She thinks it's fun.
Last week, (not my finest hour) during a particular incident in the kitchen I raised my voice towards Ben and Breanna. When I say "I raised my voice", I really meant I yelled. Yelled for no good stinkin' reason at all. I hated it. My heart squished itself inside out as it usually does when I know I hurt my kids. Does yours?
The poor kids quietly scampered out the of kitchen off to finish their movie. Elizabethm who had been in the kitchen the whole time quietly eating her snack at the table simply states, "Mommy, did you know Jesus can see us?"
Yeah, I'm just gonna let that soak a second. Impeccable timing in which she decided to share her knowledge, eh? I'm pretty sure she had no idea of the timing. Except I think that her mouth must have been taken over by the Holy Spirit.
I know. I can feel you chuckling, grinning and shaking your head.
Are you waiting on the edge of your seats for my "guilty-as-charged" reply? Here's what I came up with:
"Yes, Elizabeth, I know Jesus can see us and He's probably not very happy with mommy right now."
I'll be honest and say I don't really remember what happened after that scene. I'd like to say that I went and apologized, but that wouldn't be true. I'm sure I just tried to carry on as if nothing happened.
Sunday had been my Sunday to teach the youth class I teach with Kim. The lesson was on pride. I didn't do well Sunday teaching and I did even worse at living. I let pride win that day. Over silly, little brown Mowgli children, whom I know are quick to say "I forgive you's", give tight squeezy hugs and say "you're the best mommy ever! "
Pride is costly.
So I am thankful Jesus can see us, even when our pride wins. He sees our squishy, jelly-fish hearts and loves us. so we that come back. so that we know He is infiintely good. so that we find the true joys of the day.
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love to you all!!
Janet