Jet lag cobwebs continue to plague me here in the land of flooding and monsoon showers. Coke, chai and coffee sustain me through the lagging afternoon hours. However nothing wakes you up like the words...
"Poopy Mommy poopy." When coupled with a handful of poop.
I was standing the kitchen. I had risen before the birds (but not the neighborhood pack of dogs that has struck terror into the hearts of men), met with my Maker (and enjoyed it), walked with my family in the clean morning air, exercised, eaten two meals, made four meals, had a language lesson, done three loads of laundry and was cleaning up after lunch. I felt competent and sane. A glowing, overwhelming peace in circumstances. Well my current circumstance. Little did I know that the peaceful playing in the other room covered up the quiet pooping disaster.
Poop everywhere. Sanity gone. Anger rising. Praying breathe pleas for grace and peace and HELP!
When it was all over and two of the three of us were sleeping peacefully and cleanly, I looked at myself. How quickly my fickle heart changes tunes when my circumstances snowball. Melting me into a messy complaining puddle of hypocrisy. Am I content in Him or in my circumstances. Today not so satisfied in Him till I saw my duplicity of heart, and had a change of heart.
"Poopy Mommy poopy." When coupled with a handful of poop.
I was standing the kitchen. I had risen before the birds (but not the neighborhood pack of dogs that has struck terror into the hearts of men), met with my Maker (and enjoyed it), walked with my family in the clean morning air, exercised, eaten two meals, made four meals, had a language lesson, done three loads of laundry and was cleaning up after lunch. I felt competent and sane. A glowing, overwhelming peace in circumstances. Well my current circumstance. Little did I know that the peaceful playing in the other room covered up the quiet pooping disaster.
Poop everywhere. Sanity gone. Anger rising. Praying breathe pleas for grace and peace and HELP!
When it was all over and two of the three of us were sleeping peacefully and cleanly, I looked at myself. How quickly my fickle heart changes tunes when my circumstances snowball. Melting me into a messy complaining puddle of hypocrisy. Am I content in Him or in my circumstances. Today not so satisfied in Him till I saw my duplicity of heart, and had a change of heart.
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