Something Corey said during our concert yesterday stuck in my mind (just something, everything else he said went in one ear and out the other); he said something to the affect of "where you're heart is, there you're thoughts will be also". It really made me think...
Today I had to put my 6 year old in time out in his room for not obeying. During his incarceration he promptly made 2 signs for his door; one said that his sister and his dad could enter his room, and the other that his mom was NOT allowed in his room. In the meantime I'm barely able to breathe or see clearly because my son is babysitting the class guinea pig and when I agreed to it I had no idea I was allergic to the afore mentioned rodent type animals; but I couldn't bear to send the little critter back when my son had been waiting and waiting to babysit it, and he's so excited and takes care of her all on his own... Anyhow, I got to thinking, I wonder if this is the tinyest bit how God feels. Even after all He's done for us, to show us He loves us, to create us and give us daily breath, to show us how to live and have joy, we still choose to disobey, turn away, curse His name, and tell Him when we do and don't want Him around. So I decided to reflect on this and put aside my momentary afflictions (*sniff* *sniff* darn guinea pig..) and take this moment to praise Him for all He's done for me, and for the love that He has for me that's beyond all my own understanding.
Sometimes, being a stay at home mom, the "worship leaders wife", and a non-career seeking homeschooling mother of 2 young kids who has to work a part-time job in off-hours to help make ends meet... I start to feel like it never gets to be about me. But then I wonder, if in thinking that very thought and in the ensuing attitude that follows, if, infact, I really am just making it all about me. Hmm...perhaps. :)
I was voted in the top three of the following categories of my high school graduating class: Luckiest, Most Musical, Most Mechanical, Most likely to write a book, Most likely to be a Rock Star....hmmmm..... at the time I thought they were all WAY off base....
Sometimes in an attempt to be perfect, I think things get more messed up. For example, watermelon. Seedless watermelon. It's crap. The seeded kind is WAY better, even with all of it's "imperfections" (ie: seeds, and those weird white seeds no one really knows if they're supposed to eat or not). Regular watermelon is so much more tasty, sweet, red, and you get more for your money because they're bigger. So, my point? I'd rather we all brought our imperfect fruit to the table than try to hide behind our inane attempts at becoming a tasteless nonseeded melon.

