My grandpa died yesterday morning. It’s been a sad day, but also a joyful one. I know where he is - in heaven with his Saviour.
I’m tired physically, but mostly emotionally.
We’ve missed three Sundays in a row due to sickness, so my kids behavior in church yesterday wasn't great. We’ve got some retraining to do.
Because I’m so tired and so emotional, it was hard to deal with.
I had taken the three babies into the hallway to play before the evening service started, leaving the two little girls sitting in our pew to color nicely. When I sat back down, my husband (the pastor of our church) walks by on his way to the front and tells me the girls were fighting.
“Again?? I am so done.”
“Hey. Don’t grow weary.” As he puts a comforting hand on my shoulder.
With tears in my eyes I respond “But today?? I can’t today.”
“Yes. Even today. Don’t grow weary.”
And he was right. Even when I’m tired. When I’m drained emotionally. When I’m at my limit. I can’t quit. I need to keep my eyes on the goal - that if I don’t grow weary, I'll reap the reward one day if I don't give up.
Galatians 6:9 is my Mama Theme Verse. 😊
After learning the girls were fighting again, continuing to squirm once church started, and the babies wouldn't sit still or be quiet....I decided I would take the youngest five to the nursery and train there. I let the 9 month olde get down to play, then put the other two boys directly in front of me in little chairs. And on either side of me were the little girls in chairs. I could easily see all of them and speak to them as needed. Or give out punishment as needed.
I’d much rather have been sitting in the actual service rather than watching from the screen in the nursery. But having the 9 month old get down and play, I wasn't as stressed and was handling the training better. Because you know everyone stares when your kid acts up in church. Or this happens in every mama’s mind anyway. 😁
Obedience and respect for others and the LORD are the character traits we were working on.
Don’t grow weary, Mama!!
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