I faintly remember singing a song in Sunday school...Be careful little ears what you hear... Anyone recall?
I sang it to myself today. Well, revised a bit.
I was recalling a recent visit from a "friend".
The doorbell rang, and, as usual, the kids ran to get it. I sauntered down with baby in hand.
The first thing my visitor said to us was...
"You STILL in your pajamas?"
I wasn't sure who they were talking too...me or the kids. I quipped in "Yeppers, we are."
***Be careful little mouth what you say....***
The problem is...it's not the mouth that I have to be careful with.
The song lyrics should read...
***Be careful little mind what you think....***
You see. As soon as my "friend" "greeted" us, I immediately reeled into these thoughts of what I wanted to say....
"YES! I am STILL in my pajamas. I am aware of this. YES! My children are STILL in their pajamas. I am aware of that also.
What YOU are not aware of is THIS....
I slept in until 7:10 this morning. I was greeted lovingly by hungry children. I prepared them breakfast immediately after our ritualistic "morning cuddles". Spoke with God. I was then summoned by a screaming baby. I nursed her, and changed her diaper. I threw a load of colours in the wash. Played 3 games with my children--one being the wizard of oz where I was the WIZARD!-not the witch!. I fed the baby her breakfast. Cleaned the breakfast dishes, as well as the dirty dishes left over from their father the previous evening. Checked my email-had some email correspondence with my mother. I put the colours in the dryer, threw a load of whites in the washer. Made the beds. Practiced cue card sight words with my oldest. Spoke to a good friend on the phone for 10 minutes. Put the whites in the dryer. Folded the colours. Sat on the floor with baby for 15 minutes helping her master the "sit". Made a list of ingredients I would need for my future baking needs. Shortly after that, all 4 of us started the process (if you've ever cooked with kids you know its a PROCESS!) of making cupcakes. It is now 10:00 and I was heading to the shower...AFTER I put the baby to bed...But YOU rang the doorbell.
And, as I was recalling this incident, I suddenly am aware of one thing. Again. It can take one person, one word, one small sentence, to be robbed of all that God has been speaking to us....I awoke with a great sense of who I was. The woman God made me to be. Yet, was deceitfully tricked by a simple phrase--of my "friend" and a foolish judgement.--on my part.
We all judge ourselves in some way. I was judging myself on what I had accomplished that day, and why exactly I was still in p.j's.
God loves me for who I AM...not what I do!
I'm thinking tomorrow I JUST may spend the day in my pajamas. Watching TV or reading a book. Eating bon-bons. Anyone want to join me??