There's a storm inside me. . . often. . .
It develops when a full agenda colides with child rowdiness and fluctuating hormones. . .
And then it thunders inside my chest and rain beats against my brain. . .
Like the weather, I have little control over the development of these storms. . . But, just like with the weather, when I know a storm's a-brewin', I can take steps to deal with the rain and wind. I can find shelter - for me and my family. Shelter from the storm inside me.
I can take a break from the full agenda - even just a few minutes outside in fresh air. I can love my kids and shower them with hugs and laughter. I can drink a glass of ice cold water and dip my feet in the stream and breathe. . . and thank Him for every blessing, big and small.
Like. . .
* Solitary trips to the library - quick, quiet and productive - a time to hunt for treasure while helpful librarians get me books from archives.
* Free showers for my kids as they play in the rain. And that same cold rain cools me off after a hot, exhausting day.
* Protection and shelter through scary storms and tornado warnings late into the night.
* Dry-milk-in-the-mix pancake mix when I realize we're out of milk!
* Waking, checking the time, and falling back to sleep for another couple hours.
* The promise of cooler temps and more fun outdoors.
* The calm after the storm.
* Imagination. I'll focus on the blessings of this trait. . .
* Easy-peasy menus.
* My four loud, boistrous, energetic, creatively messy kids ~ I do love them.
* Do-overs! Grace! Second chances!
* A pile of dirty clothes = fellowship.
*A soothing, trickling stream in the backyard. Oh, how peace and water seem so closely connected.
* Found tomato plants sprouting up all over my garden.
* Gray and gloomy mornings that make you want to snuggle.
* Fuzzy socks and sweaters on cool summer mornings.
* The sound of geese flying.