Monday, March 12, 2012

On Mama Grumpies, Spirit-living, and Rototillers...

Yesterday afternoon, after a great morning at church, we ate lunch and spent the rest of the day outside.

It was a glorious 60-some degrees, sunny and blue sky.

Just what this soul of mine needed.

Yesterday morning was a shaky one. I was a major grump-o. I've been sleep deprived for the last 40-some days because of a little one who has been scared at night and has been keeping me up for several hours or so each night. Seriously, every night. I'm sure that all you mommies can sympathize.

And with the spring-ahead of time, and the fact that I was sleeping on the couch and didn't hear my alarm go off at 6:30 and, subsequently, didn't wake up until 7:40, I woke up way behind schedule and very irritable. I woke up on the wrong side of the couch, I guess we could say.

I spent the hour before church rushing around, barking out orders, insides churning and seething with resentment.

I got to church at 9:00am so that our praise team could do its weekly run-over of the songs we'd be doing during the service. Our drummer noticed my demeanor and mentioned that I looked really irritable and annoyed. Oh, boy. Is it that obvious???

Then, I had 15 minutes before I had to teach the preschool Sunday school class that I teach each Sunday.

I did not feel like I was in the right state of mind to 1. be leading praise and worship songs and 2. to be teaching the little ones.

Here I had just spouted out the ugly words a mere 45 minutes earlier, and now I had to get up there and sing like I was a happy, joy-filled Christian.

What a hypocrite, I thought.

And the Spirit was convicting me of my attitude. And I was well aware that something had to be done because, boy do I detest that ugly feeling I get when I have a sour, ungrateful attitude.

So I grabbed my mom and had her pray over me. She prayed that I would be overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit.

And that is certainly one thing that is most-definitely within God's will - that His children would be overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit.

So, needless to say, I slowly let my grip loosen on the stinky attitude and by the time my Sunday school class was over, I was feeling good again.

And then, my oh-so-wonderful husband, gave me several hours to myself after church during which I spent some decadent quiet time with God while planting my seeds. It was glorious. And it was just what I needed.

Oh, and as a small side-note, I learned how to run the rototiller yesterday too, something I've been wanting to learn how to do for a couple of years now. Call me a rural hick if you want, but knowing how to run a rototiller is a very useful skill for a garden-loving gal like me. Smile.

My man knows how to make my heart pitter-patter.

Getting the blueberry patch ready...

Have a most blessed Monday! I pray for each and everyone of you ladies, that you would be overwhelmed by His love for you.


Wendi said...

Running the tiller is something I haven't done. I am a chicken and afraid I will take my toe off. :) Hope your blueberry patch does well. I only had one bush survive the winter. I am looking forward to trying again.

Vanessa said...

I so feel like that today. My mother passed away in November and we packed her things up for my dad this weekend and I haven't been able to shake my grumpy, angry mood. Not sure what to do about it. I can't break it and I feel like hiding in the closet until it passes....

A Primitive Homestead said...

The devil seems to want to steal our joy before we ever make in the church doors. When my children were younger I taught Sunday school. So hard to get all ready & there on time. Looks like you have really got a good start on your seedlings. I just started today after cleaning some beds out. The tiller sure would allow us gals to get a faster start on ground reading. Blessings!