The dog threw up and Leesy knocked over a bowl of water…. just as Eli was walking across the kitchen balancing his bowl of cereal and juice. His little legs flipped up and he landed on his bootie – sitting in throw up, water, orange juice, milk, and cereal.
But with little ones at home, this is not an extraordinary scene.
If I clean the floor, juice spills. If I windex the glass, noses and hands smash in to see the new clear view. If I vaccum, my husband tracks in dirt. If I clean the bathroom, a child will smear toothpaste on the mirror.
It’s the rules of motherhood.
Sometimes, in the moment, it makes me want to cry. I just want a sense of accomplishment.
But, unfortunately, that is simply not real.
My life is not perfect. It’s messy.
It’s loud. A bit chaotic. Topped with a little oneryness.
But God is a God of joy. Laughter. And giggles.
He will yet fill your mouth with laughter, and your lips with shouting. Job 8:21 ESV
And sometimes those giggles belong to Eli trying to tickle me under the disguise of a hug or Leesy crushing the Cheerios she threw on the floor.
And yet, when the stress mounts, my children cannot be the only ones laughing. His joy must break through.
And I must surrender.
But not to frustration. Not to anger. And not to emptiness.
But to God.
And I ask Him to cultivate joy in my heart.
So I can laugh. Giggle. And smile.
With my cherished children.
A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. Proverbs 17:22 ESV