Hi Ladies, it’s me Brittany. (I feel like I need to still introduce myself since this is only my second time posting her at Fancy Little Things, ha!) And today I could not be MORE nervous to be filling in for Rebecca. Each week she challenges me and I’m sure you in our walks with the Lord, and I am just hopeful I can make her proud. 😉
This month the theme for FLT is “treasures of home”, and I’ve spent the last couple of days really trying to figure out what a treasure of mine is….and is it really worth blogging about?! But yesterday morning I popped out of bed (okay, maybe it was more of I dragged myself out of bed) with only one thing on my mind.
Plain and simple.
You want me to function, I need my coffee. As I stumbled down the hall, dodging children who were flying my direction, blocking out the screaming of an over dramatic two year old, I realized my “treasure of home”. It was my beloved coffee. My mind ran with ideas of how to tie the creamy, dreamy goodness of that cup of joe into something spiritually beneficial. The post seemed to write itself really…then I noticed something in the kitchen.
Near the light switch I gazed a lovely piece of art work in red marker drawn all over the wall. One I could not, or would not claim as my own. That was it. My beautiful post about my sacred one flew out the window along with my temper. All I could think of is how mad I was that I had to clean the wall, couldn’t have a quiet morning sipping my coffee, and my kids were absolutely crazy. And in that moment, with all that nastiness written on my heart, I remembered this scripture:
How had I forgotten that? I am BLESSED! Blessed times FOUR! These little children that God has gifted to me to care for and raise should be treated as such. Instead I looked at them as a burden. They were the obstacle I had to get past to enjoy my proclaimed “blessed cup of joe”. Man.
My perspective was changed in that moment. Am I really treasuring this gift God has given me? Or am I only coexisting with them as a burden? These babies grow up too fast and I don’t want to look bad in a few years and remember the moments I sat on the couch drinking coffee as I watched them play. I want to remember THEM and the memories we made. Each day I GET to wake up to their crazy, smiling faces. I GET to clean their messes. I GET to tell them about God’s love. Yes, they are my treasure, and I will make for darn sure they stay that way.
For my quiver is full (which my husband likes to point out isn’t technically true, ha!)…and so is my heart!
Just so we’re clear here. I still love me a cup of coffee…and there ain’t noting wrong with that! 😉
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