Frustration

Today was frustrating. Three little people trying to catch up on sleep and get back on their schedule from a long trip. At the height of frustration, the girls were begging to go outside. It was raining, but Michael was napping and the girls were driving me crazy, so I figured I'd strip them down to diapers, put them in their rubber water shoes and let them loose with the rain and puddles. However, on our way back to their room to get their shoes, Lauren threw a fit. A Lauren fit is one most haven't experienced. Flying out of my arms, back arched, ear piercing shrieks, locked legs kicking the floor. One of the most infuriating things as a parent is trying to explain to your children that they will be getting good things. They just have to wait. She wanted to go outside. I was taking her outside. All we had to do was get shoes on. Then God smiled and said, 'Don't you see?'

I throw spiritual fits. I throw myself on the floor shrieking 'Why is money so tight? Why hasn't my husband gotten the promotion he was supposed to get months ago? Why did you give us our children this close together? Couldn't you have spaced them out like we wanted? Why can't I stop getting so frustrated? Why can't we be where we would like? Why can't I go outside?'

'My precious child, I am taking you outside. But first we have to walk to the back and put your shoes on.'

Somtimes I forget that God has a specific purpose for my life today. Most times I think if only we could get to where God wants us to minister (Mike as a pastor), it will be good. I forget that I am to minister today. Where I am. Where God has me right now. And today, He has me here. Maybe we're still in the hallway, maybe He's putting my shoes on, or maybe we're almost to the door. But wherever I am, and whatever I am doing, He is teaching me, molding me. Because He knows that maybe I'm just not ready to go outside yet.

"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven."
- Ecclesiastes 3:1