It had been an exhausting day. It was one of those days that was just a struggle from beginning to end. Three of our girls had doctor appointments scheduled. Brett was sent home from work with an injury and our doctor saw him at the same time he saw the girls. An hour and a half later we were sitting in the surgeon’s office. Surgery was scheduled for 2 days later and Brett would be off work for at least 4 weeks. After the final doctor appointment, we went to the hospital for his blood work and pre-registration. I got the privilege of sitting in the van for an hour with an extremely cranky girl. Let’s just say, it was a really long hour.
We finally got home at 2:30 that afternoon but it felt like it was midnight. All the energy I once had was sucked out of me by the events of the day and the grand finale in the van with little-miss-cranky-pants. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and call it a day, but I had one last thing that I had to do before I could settle in. I needed to get the trash to the bottom of the driveway. I went out into the garage to put a bag of trash into the garbage can. As I walked past Brett’s car, I couldn’t believe what I saw. There were blue spots all over the white hood. What in the world is that?
I stuck my head in the door and asked Brett if he knew what was all over the hood of his car. He had no idea, so he came out to take a look. He glanced down and found the first clue. It was a blue ink pen that had been run over. The second clue….well….she was nowhere to be found.
Zoe is our adorable, long-haired, overweight, lazy cat. She had walked through the blue ink and then decided to dance on top of the hood of Brett’s white car. I couldn’t believe it. Blue kitty prints all over the hood of the car. What a nice way to end an exhausting day. I wanted to cry. Some of the paw prints came off very easily but some of them didn’t come off. I was too tired to deal with it, so I gave up. I went into the house and put my pajamas on and decided to call it a day. It was only 3:00.
Monday was a pretty good day. If you had told me that Tuesday was going to be like this, I wouldn’t have believed you. Proverbs 27:1 says Do not boast about tomorrow for you do not know what a day may bring forth. Yep…that is certainly true. I didn’t know that this day was going to bring forth an injured husband, a surgery, limited income for the next month, and a white car decorated with blue kitty paw prints.
I don’t like it when life feels out of control. I don’t like it when I feel helpless and I know that there is nothing that I can do to change things. My husband was going to have surgery and there was nothing I could do about it. He wasn’t going to be able to work for at least 4 weeks and there was nothing that I could do about it. Little- miss-cranky-pants was going to be cranky and there was nothing I could do about it. Most days I feel like my life is simply a series of events that I have no control over. How are we supposed to deal with those out-of-control days?
I love this saying:
I’m learning that I have to look for moments of joy in the midst of the storm. There have been many days when I have felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. And then God suddenly allows the sun to peek through the clouds. He sends moments where our two little chatter-boxes bring us smiles and laughter. It’s in those moments that we are given the grace to face the next moments.
One day Mikayla was cranky and mean all day long. I got really frustrated with her and I asked her “Where did your stinky attitude come from?” She looked up at me and said “Walmart”. My frustration suddenly turned into intense laughter. In her mind everything comes from Walmart.
I have days when I feel like if one more person asks me for one more thing, I am going to scream my head off. I was having one of those days so I decided to end my day by just sitting in the recliner and watching TV. I put my foot rest down to get out of the chair and go get something from our bedroom. Hope looked over at me and said “Hey…..get me a sandwich!” I suddenly had a flashback of the TV commercial where the boy telephones his grandma from across the house and says “Hey Grandma……How about another grape soda.” I was still laughing as I made her a sandwich.
It storms a lot at our house. Sometimes a storm passes and another storm immediately follows. I don’t want to spend all of my life waiting for the storm to pass so that I can enjoy my life. I need to enjoy those moments of laughter that come between the lightning and thunder. All of us have out-of-control days. It’s just a part of life. Sometimes the kids are going to be cranky, sometimes I’m going to be cranky, and sometimes the cat is going to walk through blue ink and dance on the car. Those days aren’t easy and it seems impossible to find anything to laugh about. I’m so thankful that God’s mercies are new every morning. Everyday is a fresh start. We can choose to look out the window and wish the storm would go away or we can choose to go dance in the rain.
The faithful love of the Lord never ends
His mercies never cease
Great is his faithfulness
His mercies begin afresh each morning
Dancing cat photo credit: http://www.amberhouse.co.nz/