Our Fourth of July was pretty low key. Riley's big licensing exam is just days away, we're covered in boxes, and the weather has been a little anti-festive. But, when the rain prevents you from grilling burgers in the back yard, Five Guys Burgers and Fries makes a very happy substitute! Riley took us all there for lunch, and we stopped in at Sweet Frog for a little taste of frozen yogurt on our way home.
I decided this morning that just because we're moving doesn't mean that we can't celebrate at least a little, so I pulled out the checkered tablecloth and blew up some balloons. The boys were thrilled, of course!
I didn't quite have the energy to make a pie today (not to mention half of my kitchen is packed up already!), so we settled for peanut butter cookies and patriotic M&Ms for our after dinner treat....
Then my big "stay up late boy" and I waited on the front porch to catch the glimpse of a fireworks show we can see from our front porch.
He was soooooo excited to spend some special time with Mommy!
Remember when I mentioned the unsightly box mounds that were making me go crazy? heh...
But, the crazy part is actually how much stuff we have to box up.
We are so blessed, that it actually takes this many boxes (times ten) to move it all across the state.
I can't allow myself to complain.
God often piles on the blessings with such excess, they crush you with their weight.
Sometimes God's blessings are so abundant that it is easy to replace gratitude with exhaustion.
I feel the same way with motherhood.
My boys are by far two of the most wonderful gifts I've ever been given, but sometimes the excess of little-boy-goodness (or not-so-goodness!) has me spinning in circles and completely worn out-- often before 8AM!
But can I really allow myself to grumble about another early morning? Another squabble to referee with glued-shut eyelids? Another cold cup of coffee? Shopping trips accompanied by the fussing from a toddler who deems it fitting to loudly voice his opinions about being stuck in the shopping cart? Another breakdown because a brother has a coveted truck? Hour-long battles at the dinner table? A bedtime routine that involves chasing escape artists down the hall to wrangle them into their jammies?
Of course not. (However tempting it may seem at the moment!) These children are blessings. Blessings heaped out in overflow, the way God usually dishes out His wonderful gifts. God has given me two massive heaps of blessing, and although they may seem to be more than I can handle at times, I cannot help but feel gratitude. And really, gratitude is the only way to combat the combination of a stubborn three year old, a fussy two year old, and a muddy, muddy back yard. :)
Gratitude has the power to adjust your focus, change your perspective, and help you to truly see the crazy as blessing. It can help you look through your tired eyes and actually see the vibrant and lovely life God has given you.
Covered in mud!
So I am thankful. Thankful for blessings that overwhelm me.
I will give the Lord excessive praise.