What a morning. I felt that old friend contentment creeping in as I grinned in the kitchen. This morning before 11:30 I had;
completed a successful grammar lesson,
had time with my Heavenly Father,
washed and hung two loads of laundry,
made coconut macaroon cupcakes,
cleaned,
had no poopy diapers left to rinse in the bathroom,
grated a whole ball of cheese for lasagna,
sang with my son,
read to my son,
got dressed with a little make-up even,
made a lunch good enough to make my husband smile
and now,
now I was ready for the lull after the morning storm. At 12, on the dot of noon my son goes down and stays down for a lengthy nap, I nurse Zana and then I sit for a half and hour and bask in the quiet all around me. It was 11:45, and I was the Cheshire Cat smiling with contentment in my circumstances, achievements, cleanliness and overall lack of chaos.
A knock on the door.......
Not one, not two, not three but four workers enter my clean quiet house to "clean" our ACs for the impending hot season. They come like Linus, a cloud of dust waving before them, wafting behind them, whistling above them and my warm fuzzy feeling of contentment flees. Chaos.
Everything they need in the way of tools we provide except for the little vacuum cleaner that actually does not vacuum just blows the black dirt out of the AC and refuses to suck it up leaving little black icicles on my curtains, my bed cover, the wall, the door, in my HAIR! Two children screaming, four men making tracks, and my quiet vanished.
As I stand in the kitchen smirking nastily at the reality that these "workers" have come in and I have to provide everything for them, including the chai I am currently stirring conviction hits hard. Whooo Nelly! Contentment this morning was in circumstance. My circumstances. Instead of being content in Him who is Eternal I had slipped onto the precarious ledge of circumstantial contentment leaving me poised over a swift waterfall that would only overwhelm me quickly when I fell from this faulty construction of my own design. All this deep thinking over chai!
I confess this sin of discontentment, am forgiven and find something to hum about in the kitchen.
A knock on the door........
Not one but two men carrying a gas cylinder. My heart is overwhelmed with thankfulness for my husband's presence. I am in stitches as chaos ensues when one of the AC workers DEMANDS that Chad weigh the cylinder. It is too light. More chaos. More smiling on my part and even laughter. My son is still whining, my daughter still wailing and I am content! I know who I am and I know who God is and I know who I am called to be in Christ. I am content.
But talk to me tomorrow!
completed a successful grammar lesson,
had time with my Heavenly Father,
washed and hung two loads of laundry,
made coconut macaroon cupcakes,
cleaned,
had no poopy diapers left to rinse in the bathroom,
grated a whole ball of cheese for lasagna,
sang with my son,
read to my son,
got dressed with a little make-up even,
made a lunch good enough to make my husband smile
and now,
now I was ready for the lull after the morning storm. At 12, on the dot of noon my son goes down and stays down for a lengthy nap, I nurse Zana and then I sit for a half and hour and bask in the quiet all around me. It was 11:45, and I was the Cheshire Cat smiling with contentment in my circumstances, achievements, cleanliness and overall lack of chaos.
A knock on the door.......
Not one, not two, not three but four workers enter my clean quiet house to "clean" our ACs for the impending hot season. They come like Linus, a cloud of dust waving before them, wafting behind them, whistling above them and my warm fuzzy feeling of contentment flees. Chaos.
Everything they need in the way of tools we provide except for the little vacuum cleaner that actually does not vacuum just blows the black dirt out of the AC and refuses to suck it up leaving little black icicles on my curtains, my bed cover, the wall, the door, in my HAIR! Two children screaming, four men making tracks, and my quiet vanished.
As I stand in the kitchen smirking nastily at the reality that these "workers" have come in and I have to provide everything for them, including the chai I am currently stirring conviction hits hard. Whooo Nelly! Contentment this morning was in circumstance. My circumstances. Instead of being content in Him who is Eternal I had slipped onto the precarious ledge of circumstantial contentment leaving me poised over a swift waterfall that would only overwhelm me quickly when I fell from this faulty construction of my own design. All this deep thinking over chai!
I confess this sin of discontentment, am forgiven and find something to hum about in the kitchen.
A knock on the door........
Not one but two men carrying a gas cylinder. My heart is overwhelmed with thankfulness for my husband's presence. I am in stitches as chaos ensues when one of the AC workers DEMANDS that Chad weigh the cylinder. It is too light. More chaos. More smiling on my part and even laughter. My son is still whining, my daughter still wailing and I am content! I know who I am and I know who God is and I know who I am called to be in Christ. I am content.
But talk to me tomorrow!
LOL... yes, "ask me tomorrow"
ReplyDeleteLove this. Love reading.