The alarm went off at 4:30 am. As usual. The high-pitched screech was almost drowned out in my blissfully deep sleep. This was nothing new. I have always been a deep sleeper.
It was a normal, weekday morning. After hitting the snooze button about 3 times, I finally decided it was time to get the day started.
The house was always quiet on early mornings, which is why I make my best effort to wake before the four children. I stumbled clumsily through the house, to reach the kitchen for my daily dose of caffeine.
All too soon the house would be chaos. This was the norm around here; trying to get four kids ready for school, two of which I believe are ADHD, and myself to class on time. I work with special needs children, and I knew my own children were starting to feel as if their own needs were being slighted. I sighed. I needed to relax, and spend time with God. To prepare for the day ahead before the usual day's activities ensued...
No sooner did I breathe, “Amen,” did I hear bickering in the back room. These were mornings at my house. Generally the days begin and end with fights, tears, and tattling. I rubbed my already aching head, “Oh, God,” I begged, when do I finally get a break? Just a mini vacation, Lord?”
I'm sure God has a sense of humor, because I could almost hear Him crack a smile at that one too.
The day pressed on, with general clothes and lunch issues, and, of course, who gets to sit in the coveted front seat on the way to school. My eyes were already heavy as I slumped in my desk in class, still begging God for my vacation.
However, the show must go on, as it always does, and I tried to meet the needs of the of those around me, whether a vacation was in God's Will or not...
The day ended the same as the night before, and the night before that; dinnertime rush, bathtime, and it wouldn't be complete without at least one or two temper tantrums.
My head pounded at this point. It always did. But today I had to lie down for a moment before bedtime stories and prayers. I took advantage of the kids quietly playing some video game. After all a quiet second here only happens once in a blue moon.
As I lay in my darkened room to gather myself for the nighttime rituals, I heard the pitter patter of my smallest one, as she tried to sneak in my room. I tried to ignore the noise. “Just one more quiet minute,” I pleaded with God.
He had a different plan I guess, because she climbed under my arm, helped herself to some of my blanket and whispered loudly, “MAMA.”
“Yes, dear,” I kind of whined.
“I love you being my mama. Your the best,” she whispered, “all that other stuff I say sometimes, I was just joking.”
I laughed. A compliment and an apology all in one night. I held my little girl tightly. “Thank you, God, this unexpected moment was just what I needed.”
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.