We have endured a tough morning. Room chores which should ideally take 15 minutes took nearly 3 hours. Morning chores which should be simple and short, were long and drawn out. There was no breakfast due to the dawdling, and lunch was late. Micah fell asleep on the living room floor, tired of waiting.
As lunch concluded, I informed the children that we were going to start with our morning schedule (which means school). They didn't audibly moan but one could easily tell they had other things on their minds. And then the dogs howled, they wanted out to play.
So, as the stragglers finished their grapes, those who had finished eating we ushered out. I thought the sky looked dark... and was that the A/C kicking on or a rumble of thunder in the distance? As the fat rain drops came pelting down and the excited squeals were tumbling out of the children, I thought of God's mercy, raining down new every morning... and even in the middle of the afternoon.
We are starting school six hours late, but by God's grace we are starting...
We are three loads behind where we ought to be for laundry day, but the laundry was sorted without grumbling...
The rooms took three hours to clean, but they are clean indeed...
My coffee has been cold from the first sip (because I misplaced it), but it is still a sweet reminder to "Count it all joy"...
mmm, sounds like a Monday-a day of extra grace, glad you found your cold coffee. blessings and thanks for sharing your day and your joy
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