I always try to look for small miracles in my everyday life...an old habit as a missionary. I thought I would share today's. Sunday mornings are usually very hectic around here, regardless of how early I wake up. The miracle today was that my children were all rather agreeable. My day started with Isla at 6am waking to eat for the first time since 8:30 the night before. I was very surprised, but grateful none the less. Bliss woke up not long after that. There was no fighting when it came time to get dressed or get in the car. Then we arrive at church and Bliss and Zade sit quietly, sing along, and fold their arms during prayers. By this point, I look at Blasen and we give each other the that questioning look, but don't dare say anything lest our luck runs out. The only hang-up came when I had to drop Zade off in the nursery. He did not want to go today for some reason. Bliss, however, used the bathroom, got some water, and walked into Primary with no problems. That was a first. He usually wants me to stay with him.
I know you think I'm crazy, but that seriously was a miracle. Sundays tend to be anything but a day of rest for us, so I was very grateful for our rather smooth day...especially after the past few days of intense construction we all needed the peace and rest.
2 comments:
Woo-hoo! A full night's sleep!
I don't think you're crazy at all. Every time Sam turns his head toward me when I say his name, I say a little prayer of thanks. Then we move on to the issue of whether or not he even listens to me.
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