The stomach bug hit our house with a vengeance several weeks ago.
I didn’t dare add puke and poop to my gratitude list.
The morning I was scheduled to speak at a women’s event, I woke up to a toddler on the mend and a husband sick as a dog.
What exactly am I thankful for today Lord? Where’s the glory here?
I was irritated with my husband.
Seriously, it never fails that he catches the cooties from our toddler.
And when he gets sick, it’s bad – like on the bathroom floor, sweating profusely, sick.
So that particular Monday morning Jackson was running around acting like a typical toddler and John was on the verge of death. And I had to be out the door in less than an hour.
So I did what any great mom would do.
I turned on a movie, tucked my toddler in on the couch, and promised my nauseous husband I’d be home as quickly as I could.
Then I went and spoke to 40 women. And I shared the reality of motherhood.
It’s not always glorious.
There are days when I’m anything but grateful.
Motherhood is harder than I could have ever dreamed.
I’ve never loved so fiercely, been frustrated so easily, or needed Jesus so desperately.
Especially on those puke-filled days.
But even then, I’m finding there are gifts to be written down.
#865 A great speaking event and books sold.
#866 Jackson tucking in Woody and telling him night night.
#867 Sprite and bubble baths when you don’t feel good.
#868 Windows open to air out the sickness.
#871 Cream of chicken and wild rice soup.
#872 Extra cuddles and disinfectant wipes.
And the greatest gift of the day – praising Jesus the stomach bug missed Mama.