Horns and Crowns...

I didn't mention that I am a Christian in my last post. Being a Christian and a mother has been some what of a challenge though. There are so many times in my experience as a mother that you probably couldn't tell I have any sort of religion. One of which was this morning. We were having a really good morning getting everyone ready for school (ie older three dressed, me dressed, lunches made, teeth brushed, etc.) when the twins decided to run like little cavemen screaming around the house. My house has what we refer to a "racetrack" between the kitchen, living room, dining room and hallway. It makes a perfect circle and the boys find it quite amusing to run in circles while laughing like little hyenas. It was almost funny until I realized we were running late for car line. I chased my little hyenas and caught one in the midst of a cackle! I ran him upstairs and went for round two. Ding!Ding!Ding! I ran and ran until I finally caught him all the while giving my two year old mommy's rendition of getting chewed out. Okay. They are finally dressed. So, we race to the car. Everyone is strapped in. But what is it about being late that gets me so worked up. All the kids are perfectly happy in the car, but mommy is fuming. That doesn't seem quite fair does it. The kids, who did the wrong thing in the first place, are just as happy and content. And here I am, brewing like a kettle about to blow. Well, I did a nice job of holding it in. UNTIL...my daughter decided to leave the door open to the car. Isn't it funny how such little things get you going. Have you ever seen the picture of a bomb exploding? I screamed, "EMILY, GET BACK HERE AND CLOSE THE DOOR?" (It wasn't pretty between the voice I chose and the look I was giving.) Then, the little lady who does car line comes from right behind my vehicle, saw the horns growing from my head and said, "honey, it is okay. I will get it for you." I was so embarrassed. Anyway, my point is that you should know that we are all human. Made in the image of God, but so totally in the flesh. I find it so easy to worship and pray when things are going good. But, it is scary when my horns sprout. Thank goodness God doesn't set a limit on how many times He forgives me. He chisils down those horns daily, yet they still find a way to sprout back up. Just telling you this makes me think of two stories in the Bible. Job for one. How he kept his horns from growing and spouting off at God when things were totally going wrong in his life. Instead, he told his wife how can we accept the good and not accept the bad. That hits me like a ton of bricks. Why do my horns sprout when I should be looking to Jesus? Secondly, I think of Paul. He was in prison awaiting his execution and he continued to pray and worship. Seeing the whole plan as God's perfect will for his life. Here come the bricks again. Anyway, I hope to encourage you to realize we are all human and we all have our moments. I will pray for strength for you and I hope you will do likewise for me!