A two year old made me cry yesterday.
Correction, make that a two year old and a one year old.
And two classifies as a gang, in my book.
So a gang of toddlers dropped down on me yesterday and they yelled at me and drooled on me and wouldn’t take their naps.
They are my kids and yeah, they made me cry.
First time, come to think of it.
I’ve got a two year old and a one year old that have just come out of the flu and well, let’s just say crabby doesn’t even begin to cover it.
And I’m a little tempted to feel sorry for myself and agree with the feeling that I’m a bad mom.
But the truth is, I’m not.
But I need to remember that I do a lot of things right when it comes to my kids too. They are transforming into the people they will become, in part because of me.
My kids are learning to like vegetables.
My kids love people and they pray for the world. (No really, they ask Jesus to “give everyone a hug, even the people we don’t know”)
My kids are hugged everyday by me.
My kids get to experience new things like the zoo and trampoline parks and museums (but only the fun ones).
My kids, most importantly, know they’re loved.
But I’m really tempted to beat myself up for having a rough day yesterday.
Come on, you do it too.
We’re all tempted to give in to the occasional pity party.
But it’s a party down a dark alley that usually leaves us passed out behind some gross smelling dumpster.
Not a good time.
But my sister reminded me of a verse the other day. (Thanks M.!)
God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
Lamentations 3:22-23 (The Message)
Today is a new day.
His mercies are new every morning.
You’re not a loser. . . unless you lost a game of Scatergories or something last night at a holiday party. Then you might be a loser but it’s okay, God still loves you and he’s got a fresh batch of mercy for you. He baked it up fresh like those tasty cinnamon rolls at the bakery. Oh yeah, those gooey, yummy, cinnamon rolls.
You know what I’m talking about.
That’s God’s mercy.
For you and definitely for me today.
So how ’bout you and I dust ourselves off, get up, and try again?