Text to husband who is turkey hunting. "Please bring coffee and sausage and biscuits" We are up.
No response, call to him--he is heading to the truck and on the way.
An hour or so later he says it's gonna be awhile, he is blah blah blah. I didn't know he was turkey hunting 30 miles away. I thought surely he would hunt closer to the house........sigh.
Anyway, cleaning, washing, making up beds, #s 4 and 5 whooping and hollering.....I'm tired....and I'm getting p!$$*d.
He and my son show up with breakfast, we eat, they go fishing while I'm left to continue doing all the housecleaning and stuff that we women have as our "job." And I'm getting more and more P!$$*d.
Then I say out loud, Lord why am I allowing Satan to steal my joy today? I have everything. I'm living in my dream house. Why am I mad about cleaning it up? You answered my prayers for a husband with children so that I could have grandchildren. Why am I complaining about babysitting them for a few hours? You answered my prayers to send my son home safely from Iraq. Why am I mad they he and his father are able to go turkey hunting and fishing together? What is wrong with me?
Why am I allowing Satan to steal my joy? Help me Lord and forgive me Lord. Let me rejoice in this day and my blessings.
1 comment:
What a wonderful thought. Well done you on being able to step back and find joy in what you were doing. I try to do that as often as possible.
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