There hasn't been much time to blog around here...or time to think, for that matter! I feel a little like we are floating through the "post-Christmas blues". It goes something like this...
They know the speech. And they know the truth. Because, now, one of those little ones is their very own sister. A little girl, who without someone to teach her, would pick up one of those blocks that cover our floor and would drop it (or tap it or flick it or mouth it) over and over and over again again. Why? Because she's never had a block to play with, or never had anyone to teach her that blocks are made for stacking. She never had a toy to call her very own. For 6 years, she never had anything. Yet, you have the audacity to say you have nothing to play with.
Just last week He gave me some fresh perspective. It showed up in my mailbox. A mercy...
It seemed that the boys weren't the only ones with discontented hearts! The day had been hard and the night before was long and I was tired and the big boys were fussing and Barrett is two and needed a spanking and Evie is teething and S had been refusing to drink her milk and I had already changed 10 diapers and thrown out 3 pair of undies and it was only lunchtime. Multiple times throughout the morning I had silently whispered to myself how miserable this was. Will she ever get it? Will it ever get easier? Will it always feel this hard? And I spent the morning counting my complaints, listing them in my mind, one by one.
~Smeared toothpaste on the clean countertop
~Unflushed potties (WHEN will they ever learn?)
~Tee-tee on the floor again (WHO keeps mis-aiming?)
~Toys scattered all over the floor (Do you know what it feels like to step on Legos with bare feet?)
~Piles of laundry (It turns out the boys aren't the only messy ones in this house!!!)
the perspective we needed, the mercy that showed up in our mailbox!
A few days later, another packet from Voice of the Martyrs arrived. This one had a big map of the entire world and identified countries that were hostile to Christians. It also had a letter-writing kit, giving us the opportunity to write letters to people who are in prison because of their faith. The boys were excited about this, and it was a great assignment for Bible class this past week in school! We've also pulled off the shelf one of our favorite books, Window on the World, which is part of Operation World and helps us know how to pray for people groups and missionaries around the world. The Lord used this ministry not that long ago when He stirred our hearts and opened our eyes to the plight of so many orphans. (You can read the beginning of S's story here.)
Counting Miseries has turned back into Counting Mercies! Perspective made all the difference!!! Just this weekend, I added a new mercy to my list. What started as a beautiful afternoon in the country ended up as a long and scary night in the Emergency Room. I already mentioned that Barrett broke his collar bone, but I didn't tell you that he fell more than 6 feet from the platform of the tree house the boys and Will have been building. As I saw him laying on the ground, I realized how just one second can change everything. The mercy of perspective.
How incredibly thankful I am that his angels were watching over him, that he didn't hurt himself worse. Oh, the outcome could have been so very different, and a broken collar bone is one mercy I won't ever forget!
Even when we got off track along the way, the Lord just kept the mercies coming! I might stop counting, but He never stops sending! One blessing after another!