.Momentous Monday.

I am excited to continue this Momentous Monday blog hop. It was so successful last week, and I anticipate that it will be as successful this week. Momentous Monday was born out of my desire to cherish the everyday moments and to be intentional about them. If you would like to read more details please click here.

Thursdays are a bit rough in our home. With Jim taking on his new role as a pastor, I have tried to be more hospitable and open our home more than I have in the past. This has been a huge, unexpected blessing. However, with the blessing, I feel a bit more burdened to make sure our home is guest ready, and to rearrange our schooling schedule on some days - I am learning to just be more flexible with things in general. Thursdays are busy, because I usually have a guest over mid-morning, and in the evening we spend together at our best friends' home. Cadi's schooling has to be done before our guest arrives, along with housework, and lunch prep, and sometimes dinner prep - my best friend & I rotate Thursday dinners - this Thursday was my turn. This past Thursday seemed to be even busier than normal for some reason.

Cadi and I finished school, and I finished the cleaning - which included washing windows - a task I really dislike. Then Scotty awoke a bit early from his nap. I brought him downstairs, situated the children in the toy room, and went about some other tasks that I had to accomplish. Only a few moments later I walked into the living room, and I saw this on my freshly washed living room window.



And I have a confession to make.

I grew angry in my heart.

I was not intentional.

I was not purposeful.

I did not look at that hand print smudged on my newly washed window, and think oh my children are a blessing.

I thought something quite the opposite, and I am ashamed.

But this was my Momentous Moment, because after the incident passed, after I grumbled and complained I realized what I had done.

And I do not want to do it again. Even in the difficult moments I want to see the blessings, the glorious, and I want to see them right then, in that moment.

The next time I see a smudged hand print on my newly washed window, I want to marvel over the child that curiously pushed his or her hand and nose against the glass to peer into the great big world outside. I want to look at that sweet child as a blessing, and a daily reminder of God's love for me. I keep trying to learn this lesson. I keep telling myself these years are so short, and soon I will have clean windows, spotless floors, organized rooms....and a much too quiet home.

This time with my children is just a vapor, and so is my life.

The smudges will not matter in light of eternity, but these precious darlings, oh they do matter, and they will matter.

It's time I treat them that way.



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