Friday, December 3, 2010

Turning It Around

I was grumpy last night.
And this morning.

I spent the day yesterday in the Christmas Spirit. 
Decorating the house, cleaning the house as I went, and organizing all the clutter that has gone unnoticed in my writing haze.
I was making it cozy and festive and fun.
And I was doing a lot of laundry.

I even decorated the porch this year. 


But, that all went sour when the boys got home.
The little stinkers didn't praise my fine decorating prowess or exclaim at all the beauty
or remark about how cute the porch looked.
They did get excited about one thing, but I'm complaining here so I'm not telling. 

Instead, the proceeded to throw their snowpants, backpacks, gloves and such on the floor rather than putting them nicely on their respective hooks. 
They paraded their snow covered boots through the house, moved toys around and didn't put them back the way I had organized them.

The mood continued this morning when I found random trash scattered about the house.
OUR HOUSE IS NOT A TRASHCAN!
Then someone lied about brushing their teeth.
I checked the toothbrush and it was DRY.
There is evidence everywhere I tell you.
Another couldn't find any jeans to wear even though I actually did ALL the laundry yesterday.

And I was kind of freaking out. 
I was not a nice mommy this morning. 

After they were all at school, I was trying to get some work done on the computer when Little Bear came walking up with one of the pieces from the nativity set.
It is breakable.
He handed it to me and I walked to where the rest of the set was to put it back.

When I had placed the nativity set out yesterday, I had faced all the pieces out, so you could see their faces.

But, when I went to put it back, it looked like this.


All the pieces were facing Jesus. 
Tears came to my eyes and I knew it was what I needed to do.
I needed to face Jesus.

Of all the decorations I had put up, they had noticed this one and corrected what I'd gotten wrong.
Of course, they would be looking in awe at the newborn Christ child.

I am grateful for the reminder of where my eyes should be. 
All traces of grumpiness are gone. 




6 comments:

Farmgirl Paints said...

Awwww Brigetta this is so perfect. I love what the Lord showed you. My girls do the same thing. All the little pieces face Jesus. Isn't that just precious!!

Kendra said...

Another reminder of why Jesus said we need to be like little children! :-) Glad you got that little reminder. It's so humbling when our kiddos do that for us...or should I say when God does that for us THROUGH our kiddos! :0)

Susan said...

Just blogging around and found your blog. Kids are fun, frustrating and indeed a blessing. YOu've done a nice job with your page. Thank you for letting me visit.
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Angelica Bays, TygrLilies.com said...

**LIKE!**

Brigetta's Mom said...

Great message and what a beautiful quilt:-)

Farmers Wifey said...

I have days like this as well......

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