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Ho Ho...Happy Mom's Day!

Okay, I just couldn't write what everyone else does. My creativity isn't at it's ultimate today so that will have to do. I started off this mother's day with one of those ridiculous reminders of all the grief I must have caused my own mother. Doomed to repeat my mistakes my children had barricaded their room with dirty clothes last night. I used to do the same thing I am sad to confess. We managed to fix that issue before bed last night. This morning, church day, we had several calamities. My youngest has a cold and we had to determine if he was fit to be in public or not. My oldest waited till this morning to figure out he only had one pair of clean paints which needed to be repaired. I almost had them fixed when I realized he wasn't wearing underwear. I had washed underwear, but he put them in his brothers drawer. I lost it a bit. Quite a bit in fact. Why he thought we would let him leave the house to go to church without underwear is beyond me, but this is life with boys. If it's not no clean underwear(they can locate...it's hiding somewhere); it's something else. Mud on pants we thought were clean or can't find shoes that match. Then their is no matching socks. Yes, I wash my children's clothes. I then separate them and give them to them to put away. That is where the calamities start I guess, but I think they should put away their own no matter how crazy it makes me. I am foolishly determined to teach these boys to care for themselves so they can launch out on their own eventually. I was reminding someone of that I Corinthians 10:13 verse today. Why is it easier to tell others than to listen ourselves? I was overwhelmed a bit yesterday thinking about these little things I can't change; I can't control. I know I have no control over anything anyway, but do I really except that? If God knows what's best, then doesn't he know that I am having trouble thinking clearly. He knows all about my personal struggle. And the thing that kept hitting me yesterday; The thing I kept praying was, "Please give me the strength to overcome or the strength to endure." I don't get to decide what God's will is. I have been so content lately that I think the devil just needed a hole to blow up. I may be weak and sinful, but God is certainly powerful enough to defeat the enemy.

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