~Only the START to my dayMr. Spaghetti artist~
A day like many days, another frantic day of stay at home Mommyhood that seems to tear me in a million different directions. I find comfort in a promise I can't seem to find the exact words, but words close enough. In all these deeds I do from day to day that can be unnoticed by the human eye, someone is keeping track, someone knows. It's a day that I must drive both kids to school for preschool drop off, and reload crabby baby to pick him up again..oh and run to the bank, car wash (screaming baby does not like big scary car wash..), rummage through Walmart to get supplies to make a snack for Dad's night at preschool tonight..all while throwing m & m's at baby to keep him quiet and seated in stroller through store..A day when I melt my gooey concoction to create a "nice treat" to bring in for Dad's night, the kind that is sticky and I spill corn syrup all over myself and the floor. I toss marshmallows down at baby to keep him at bay, away from my hot, sticky, chocolaty mess. The floor is so sticky, I clean my foot and parts of it with a Clorox wipe..that's right I gave myself a partial sponge bath with a Clorox wipe! Oh..and baby has gotten stool and is standing at my sink playing in my chocolaty gooey mixing bowl filled with water..he is now all wet and it's time to reload into car to get 4 year old brother! Quick change shirts and throw in the car..and he throws up on me- guessing a result of too many m & m's in Walmart and the marshmallows? A day when I've shuffled kids from here to there, the baby has smeared spaghetti all in his hair and all over himself. I've been barfed on while rushing back into the car again, been screamed at in the car by an overly tired baby, hurried, spilled all kinds of substances on myself and my just cleaned house. A day I've been putting in 'overtime', the only adult in the house (who's patient enough to handle all of this coming unraveled at once), HE is watching, HE is smiling down, HE is crafting that crown or jewels or whatever the promise is my Mother claims is to be true! I know I've heard it before too..earning your crown in Heaven. I have combed my concordance for 20 min. now looking for that exact verse, frankly because I know I don't have more time allotted to keep looking before it..screaming baby will emerge...and he's awake now before I'm even done. I will find that verse! But until then, I found this, and this makes me smile when my tears of frustration and feelings of under appreciated-ness seem to surpass any other thought....
Matt 6:18b
"but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will REWARD you."
6:19
"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth (hiring a Nanny on days like this!!!;)
20 "But store up for yourselves TREASURES in Heaven...21 "for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
