6:30 I drag myself out of bed after a night of very interrupted sleep. I know I need to meet with Jesus. I sit in my chair and open my Bible.

“Mommy! Mommy!” “Mommy! Mommy!” “Eat! Eat!” “Mommy, eat!” Maybe she’ll go back to sleep. “Mmmmoooommmmmmyyyyy! Eat!!!” I get out of the chair and open her bedroom door.

Toast. Peanut butter. Milk.

6:45 I’ve convinced her to go back to bed if daddy tucks her in.

6:46 I sit down in the chair.

“Waaa. Waaa. Waaa.” I didn’t just hear that. “Brruuu. Brrruuu. Waaaaaaaa.” I did just hear that.

7:10 She’s fed and, though not back in bed, playing contently by herself.

7:11 The bedroom door opens. “Nette! Nette! Awake.” Miriam runs to her sister.

I put down the camera and I pick up Miriam before she attempts to lift Annette and drag her around again.

Both girls are awake now. I try to read my Bible anyway. But Miriam has worked her way into my lap with Dr. Seuss’s ABC’s. I tell her I needed to spend time with Jesus first and attempted to read while she insists, “Dis book! Dis book!”

A few minutes pass. I put my Bible down. I had stared at the pages, I’m not sure I really read anything. We begin, “Big A, little a, what begins with A?”

8:15 I’m exhausted. I’m starving. I haven’t read my Bible. A friend is coming over in 45 minutes. Miriam is pulling all the bedding off my bed and dragging it into the living room.

I put the coffee on and ask: “God, how do I make you the glorious center of my day when it begins like this?”

Through each scene of the day God graciously answered my question.

  • When I long to sit and gaze at Jesus I am reminded that the fellowship I have with God was bought when the Father turned his face from the Son.
  • When I am patient I reflect a God who is long-suffering and makes me that way too.
  • When I am impatient and repent I point to a God who is infinitely more perfect than I am.
  • When I discipline the best I can I reflect a God who disciplines perfectly.
  • When I make breakfast I put on display a God who gives good gifts to his children.
  • When I clean up the mess on the floor I show Jesus who washed his disciples feet.
  • When I am exhausted I point to a God who is never weary.

Everything about my day tells a story. It tells the story of redemption. It tells the story of hope. It tells the story of a God who gives new mercies each morning.


4 Responses to God: The glorious center of my day. Even my day that began like this…

  1. Tracey Chesmore says:

    Melissa, Thank you for being so real. I can relate to much that you have written. I have enjoyed reading many of your blog posts tonight. I will continue to follow. It is always encouraging to see another mother walk the same roads I do.
    Your words on hospitality have prompted me do more in that area.

    • Melissa says:

      Thanks for your encouragement, Tracey! I’m so glad you found the blog helpful. I love reading stories from other moms who do the difficult work of figuring out what it looks like to glorify God in mothering. Awhile back I did a few posts recommending Rachel Jankovic’s book, “Loving the Little Years.” That book has been a huge encouragement to me!

  2. Lauren S. says:

    Thank you for always pointing us young moms back to the truth of the Gospel! I have loved reading you over at Domestic Kingdom and have been encouraged by your other posts on your blog, especially this post. It’s easy to feel alone in these struggles and I can let days go by without remembering the Gospel and why I am a mother to these little ones.

    • Melissa says:

      Thanks Lauren! I love that you commented on this post today too because I think I needed reminded of what I wrote here. God is so good to bring us his truths when we need them.

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