I thought to take a cue from an old Popeye segment when Olive Oyl sang to the flowers, “Wake up little flowers! Wake uuuuuup!” This was their first day back after Christmas break. I could hear the snarling and groaning. I asked them if they would like for me to make pancakes for them to make the morning easier, feeling somewhat Betty Crocker-ish or Suzy Homemaker-ish.
I think they said yes as they moved past me. So I got the eggs and milk out with the rest of the ingredients and set to work. Then a streak of brilliance hit me – Hey, guys! Somebody moaned, “I’m up, Mom.”
Okay, but how about some hot chocolate?
“Kaaaaaay” I heard from someone else.
Hmmm, maybe they will stay in bed that evening instead of hopping in and out every 20 minutes or so.
As I served up their plates when they each appeared, a glimmer of recognition hit their faces for the food before them. And then it happened.
“What? No marshpillows?”
“Hey, your brothers decided to have a ‘marshpillow’ fight yesterday and ate the spoils of battle, and the few minis that were left, well, I had a sweet attack last night and had the last 10 or so in the bag.”
“Ugh, Mom! Are you gonna get some more today?”
(Hmmm. A little cheese with yer whine?)
“I just might. Do you think this will be all right for now?
To add insult to their injuries, I was gleeful as I loaded them into the car to take them to school, making sure they got there. Not that I don’t trust the bus, but this was my first break in over two weeks and I was ready for it.
This bright and chilly morning as we arrived at school, I warned the sheriff not to answer calls to my residence if he heard of loud disturbances and joyful noises that morning. With a bemused glint in his eyes and his tone, he let me know I was not the only person who’d advised him so.
I received a text a while later- “How is it being in a quiet house?” I told her I’d forgotten that my larger dog snored! I hadn’t heard that in a few weeks. Of course, she hadn’t really wanted to come into the house, either. She is rather mellow.
Even when we know “it” is good for us, we are not always the most cheerful of “doers.” Somehow, we drag ourselves to the appointed place at the appointed time for the appointed assignment.
Excitement of the rest of our lives may get in the way like my children’s playtime or maybe it is the other duties we are called to perform. Regardless, everything in life is not going to go according to our every desire. We hit snags in our plans, walls erect to stop our progress or people happen.
I heard Joyce Meyer say recently something like this – “I’d do just fine teaching the word if I didn’t have to deal with the people.”
Of course, she was joking about her own deficiencies there, but I wholly understood what she was saying. The greatest truth in all of this is that God doesn’t expect us to be perfect at anything. He just expects us to follow through with what we are called to do.
Kind of like when I ask my sons to take out the trash – no complaints, no grumbling, just do what I ask. I’m going to put a Nike check on a card and hold it up with each directive, I think. Perhaps it will help.
God’s word tells us like this: “For you were bought at a price; therefore glorify God in your body and in your spirit, which are God’s.” (1 Corinthians 6:20)
And yes, I redeemed myself later in the day by restocking the “marshpillows,” thereby glorifying God in even the smallest of details of my day.
I may be stretching it there, but you get the idea.
“In all your ways acknowledge Him ...” (Proverbs 3:6)
Blessings to you and yours.