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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.
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