There is yelling all around me.
Toys strewn about. Abandoned socks. Random cardboard box, likely to be better known as a pirate ship or a puppy bed. The fridge needs cleaned off as it is overflowing with scattered scribbles, imaginary dinosaur drawings, and jelly finger tracks. A sink full of dishes from a yummy lunch that I didn't have to make (surprise blessing!). A tv screen full of tiny prints a month old. Pretty sure there is eyeliner under my eyes. Cell phone dinging with texts I need to return.
The yelling continues.
Ideas rolling in the back of my head ---My mental Christmas gift-giving list. A friend I need to call. A card I need to mail. What I should've said to that girl at work. My license renewals need filled out and paid for. I need a new system for bedtime routine motivation. I should shave my legs before going to bed tonight. Still haven't caught up on the boys' baby books. Will this wind ever stop?
But not today.
Today the yelling has stopped.
Today I am choosing to sit and not listen to it. Choosing to not get caught in the cycle of the inner-fight.
All I see. All I hear. All I think. It's all Thanksgiving.
Thankful for the sweet life that I have. For in-laws who endlessly love on our family. For boys who are smart and healthy. That there are little Legos under my feet and size 3T socks littering my floor. Thankful for an almost perfect job situation and the opportunities I have been given. Thankful for a husband who loves us and works hard every day to take care of us. Thankful for little hands that make messes. Thankful for a little boy who just called me in his room during naptime to tell me that if God ever gives us a baby sister that he can't decide between Violet or Sarah. Thankful for patience (not from myself) to smile at him and see his heart instead of acting out of frustration this time.
Thankful to have eyes to really see. Thankful to have ears to really hear.
All that yelling isn't saying "You're not good enough."
It's yelling a blessing. Its yelling a reminder to be thankful. To enjoy this moment.
To rest and let some things go. So I'm ready for the big important things that wake up this napping house around 3pm.
I'm really listening. So I'm sitting and resting my body, mind, and spirit.
Linking up to the Extraordinary Ordinary --Just Write.
5 comments:
Love this. The yelling can be so loud. But oh to always interpret it rightly!
Coming from just write....I love this! Yes, I listen to the yelling -the blessing! - too.
I. Needed. This. Today. Tonight as I couldn't decide what to make for dinner and the kids fought long and hard at my feet and the regrets of past decisions crept there way into my mind with condemnation and shrouds of shame. This. Even this is blessing. That I can team up with my husband and open cupboards and make black bean and asparagus enchiladas (and a big mess). That those kids stop fighting and crawl onto chairs and say "watch you" and we cook--a family of chefs. That each time the enemy says "beyond forgiveness" I can look at my life--this house, these screaming kids, that thrown together dinner and shout back in the enemy's face "I am NOT beyond forgiveness--I'm given blessings beyond blessings!" Your reminder--that's what I needed. Perspectives beyond the yelling.
Ahh yes. So relate. Good for you for making the right choice for your day.
Hope you're enjoying your last 20 minutes of your napping house.
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