I THINK the girls slept, but who cares?
I slept, and HOW.
Fire crackling on the hearth.
A cooing baby.
Applying nail polish to three little girls in the living room.
Watching through the window as the snow comes down in a flurry.
Making another round of tea.
Listening to Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers on the radio.
Painting faces - just for fun!
So being "flexible" isn't so bad.
You know, I sometimes wonder what the Lord knows that He doesn't clue us in on.
Were we protected from road hazard or worse?
Some people might say that we turned lemons into lemonade, but I call it learning to be content.
Content to let the Lord direct our path after we have made our plans - even if He sends us in another direction than we had planned.
What comes out when pressure is bearing down on our so-called lemons?
Am I content to let Him teach me patience? Flexibility? Thankfulness?
Will I choose to recover when dealt the blow of foiled plans?
Will I choose to praise the Lord?
Will you?
I hope so!
Foiled plans sometimes make the sweetest lemonade:-)
5 comments:
Ahhh! The joy of surrender! Sweet indeed!
They do indeed! :-)
Well done Momma Bug!
...and that picture of Olivia is adorable. It looks professional!
Amen...
I think that's the way you have to roll; especially with little ones. If we would dwell on every little interruption to "our" plans, then we (I) would be constantly stressed and disappointed:)
Sorry about my break from the blogging world. It's not been on the to-do list lately.
Cute face painting. What kind of paint do you use?
love you
Sarah
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