I have been having a very long string of very bad days. It all came to a head on Saturday when dh was puking, the baby was fussing and very snotty, Tank was coughing and snotty, dh had to go to work very sick, I had work to do (toting along said fussy, snotty baby)...milk poured onto the carpet, bonking my head really hard, previously mentioned fussy baby playing in the poopy toilet with water ALL over the bathroom, and then to top it all off--- bleach spots on my brand-new, really cute pair of brown mid-length capri pants (the kind that roll up at the bottom)...and the bleach spots happened while cleaning up the aforementioned icky bathroom mess.
Whew! I am SO glad that God gives us new days! And lets us start over!
It had been a week long string of ultra-terrible days. I had such a sorry poor me attitude...completely focusing on myself, my stress, my responsibilities, my poor aching head. Instead of focusing on GOD, I was completely focusing on myself. When am I going to stop being so selfish and prideful??? I was too busy to take the time to pray...not just the quick God help me! prayer, but to really PRAY.
During this time, I was stuck in terrible traffic twice. Both times, there were major accidents that just happened! Ambulances were required at both and one of them involved two cars, a semi, and resulted in fatalities. It really hit me that things could be MUCH worse! What in the world do I have to complain about anyway? So I had a few bad days. So my kids were not their best because I was too busy putting out fires and being stressed out instead of turning it ALL over to the Lord. Like an idiot, trying to shoulder my own burdens instead of doing things through Christ which strengtheneth me (Phillippians 4:13).
As I was completely stopped on the highway, I watched the life-flight helipcopter land in front of the car ahead of me. I also saw a man holding his baby. There was a car that was completely smashed in the right lane. Then when I looked really close at the semi that was next to it in the far left lane, I saw a black car between that semi and the concrete barrier.
How in the world could a car fit in that spot? And then someone walked up and tossed a crumpled carseat out. I started to cry. I'm not sure if the healthy baby that the man was holding belonged to that carseat or not. Maybe it was another baby.
I am so thankful that I was alone in my car and not involved in this accident. I am so thankful that my children are healthy (even if they are snotty and fussy sometimes). My bad days were simply that...bad days. Not a lifetime of dealing with a special needs child, not battling a terrible disease, not dealing with the death of a parent or my husband. Just a bad day. And then my wonderful God gives me another one where I can start all over again! I may not be guaranteed that next day or hour, but I am so thankful that I've already gotten much more than I deserve! And I know that when I die, it will be temporary...a fleeting moment...and then I will be in the presence of Jesus!
Today, my non-talking Dozer said Good boy! as he obediently threw some trash in the trashcan. Dh is also feeling much better today and was able to go to work without any problems. Tonight, Dash scored a whopping THREE goals in soccer! While we were driving home, my very sweet Tank looked at his big brother and said I'm really proud of you! You did a really good job! He is SO sweet, isn't he? And to top it all off, I got a fabulous letter from my grandma today (thanks G-ma!).
It has been a good day today. In fact, every day is a pretty good day, even when things don't go quite like I want them to.