There are mornings when I lay in bed listening to Jackson click his light switch off and on and I wonder if I have the strength to face the mountain of laundry piled in the living room chair. Motherhood is monotonous. It’s fixing meals, washing sippy cups, and changing diapers over and over and over.
There are mornings I pray, “Lord, don’t let me overlook the small blessings of today.”
There are days when it’s difficult to see anything other than the crumbs and the toys scattered across the floor.
But the small blessings are there. If I ignore the laundry pile and really pay attention to what’s in front of me, they are there.
It’s sitting on the front porch watching a concrete truck with Jackson. It’s friends who bring ice cream over after you’ve spent the entire afternoon in the ER. It’s letting Jackson splash barefoot in rain puddles. It’s piling on the bed with your husband and son and playing silly games. It’s fat-lipped kisses from your favorite toddler.
Small blessings are abundant; there’s glory waiting in the ordinary.
***This is an excerpt from my ebook Trucks, Tantrums, & Trusting Him: Confessions of a Boy Mom. During the 31 Day Writing Challenge, my ebook will be on sale for 99 cents on Amazon. This book is how I got the idea for the 31 Days of Finding Glory in the Ordinary series. You can purchase a copy here.
