Have I told you that Samuel knows how to push my buttons? In the past thirty minutes, I walked in on him cutting his shirt with my sewing scissors [praise God he just cut the shirt and not his skin!!]; he yanked the bottom sewing drawer all the out so that the contents split everywhere; and he turned the dishwasher on. Pushing my buttons.
I am overwhelmed. Which, according to my journals [and this transparent blog of mine] appears to be a running theme in my life. I believe most, if not all, mothers have a "To Do List" comparable to mine. There are the usual chores of laundry, dishes, floors, toilets, diaper changing, spanking the naughties out, bathing the children, cooking meals, and sorting toys. On top of all this is unpacking boxes. Unpacking boxes is more than just taking items out of boxes. It involves sorting, organizing and finding places for everything. Continuing the lengthy list comes home school; a self-inflicted and totally convicted job of teaching my own children their reading, writing, and arithmetic.
My list is long. It is full and time consuming. My mother-in-law once told me, "Jessica, you can't let the list run you." Does your list run YOU? It runs me. That darn list is quite bossy and pushy. It even wakes me up at night.
Today, I tell The List to "hush up!" [I would say "shut up", but we don't say that at our house.] I'm tired of The List stressing me out. If I don't get to it, who cares? It'll get done. Or, as Jason says, "it'll still be there in the morning". [Which, frankly, I don't see how that's encouraging. But oh well!] I am not going to be run by my To Do List. I'm just gonna enjoy the day and thank the Lord for it. He is the maker of Today!! I will rejoice and be glad in it.
I'm off to chase Samuel!
"I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. I pour out my complaint before Him; before Him I tell my trouble. When my spirit grows faint within me, it is You who knows my way." Psalm 142:1-3