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God, That's Not Funny

Today has been one heck of a day! It started with my 2 year old pouring a heaping mound of clean clothes all over the floor and then getting on top of a table...not too bad right? Well, then I attempted to leave the Treehouse and closed one ninja's hand in the door while trying to keep the other one from falling down the stairs. (There were bruises, tears from us both and the nashing of teeth. It wasn't pretty.) Then nap time comes....well, it hasn't really come yet because apparently all things must be in perfect alignment for my diva ninja to fall asleep, and that clearly hasn't happened yet. I could be all wrong. I'm just going by the horrible wailing sound that's coming from the monitor. And this child has always had the worst cry ever....it makes my ears cringe. Its the mix between a normal cry, a growl and evil all at once. Anyway, nap time. So this is attempting to take place when one child bites the other on the cheek because his personal space is being invaded. I've already stormed into their room to put this party ninja back into his own bed, oh, six (going on a million) times and this bite sends me close to cussing.
I'm almost at my breaking point when I call upon the Almighty to help me, encourage me,  get me out of my pit of despair and show me the way. I allow my bible to gracefully fall open so I can read what the Heavenly Father is so anxiously wanting me to know or remember. And guess what it falls on??!! Nope, wrong, guess again. 1 Corinthians 7!! I'm not sure if you are familiar with this chapter, but it in no way was uplifting. It's pretty much saying its best not to marry. If you do, that's okay but if you want the best life possible then DON'T! Not funny at all because I'm clearly beyond that point in my life....but kind of funny at the same time. I mean come on, if I was God (and I in no way want to be), it would be reeaally hard not to mess with people some times. But I didn't laugh in this very moment.
I know God loves me. And right now, I have to just trust Him. I in no way regret my marriage or our ninjas. Its simply (but not) been a hard day. And I don't take reading that chapter to mean that I need to 86 my man and kids so that life would be better. In fact, I think it would be hell on earth without them. It did however open my eyes to the truth that there will be times in life when I "feel" no renewing or encouragement to help me push through the moments of complete chaos. But that doesn't mean God isn't there or that He doesn't care (lyrics to my new country song, what, what!). It means, feelings can be misleading. And sometimes we can put more stock into allowing the spiritual winds to blow the pages of our Bible open to the perfect place instead of simply laying our issues at His feet and leaving them there. And also, like I've said before (ok God said it), allowing His joy to be our strength.
So, until my next break down, or when a ninja does something crazy like yell "TAAA DAA!!" when I take off his diaper for him to get into a bath, take care (or luck if you are a Brian Regan fan).

Misti


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  1. UnknownFebruary 19, 2015 at 12:36 PM

    These are the days when you probably think we are lying when we say it will get better...or you will miss this one day
    I am so glad you are blogging about it so you can read about it when that time comes.
    Give the ninjas a kiss for me!

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