I Forgot the Eggs
Monday, October 22, 2012 at 7:41PM Tonight I need to clean the entire downstairs of the house, clean up the kitchen (which is entirely too messy for having not been cooked in for two days), make cupcakes and frosting to take to the class we go to on Tuesdays, and, if I know what's good for me, do at least two loads of laundry.
I started this post about three hours ago. I thought I was being so smart, getting an early start, so that I could get all the things done that I needed to get done and still write my blog post.
Well. It is 10:50pm and the final kid has just gone to bed.
Plans. They are made. They are like chaff. Pffff. They evaporate like dew on a hot summer morning.
I realized about twenty minutes ago that I have no eggs. No eggs for the cupcakes that need to be made. Mike was finishing helping the kids with some homework related things (The computer was involved...need I say more?) and I waited until he was done to say that I needed the blasted eggs. At that point, I had gotten myself worked up on the inside about it. I was near tears. He shrugged his shoulders and told me he'd go get me some eggs.
It's no big deal, and it's a big deal. There's this fine line and one minute I'm on one side of it and the next minute I've crossed over to the opposide.
(This afternoon, Eliana accidentally said the word "opposide" instead of "opposite"...we all decided that it was a perfectly acceptable word. And look! There I go using it the very same day!)
He headed out the door and I started unloading the dishwasher (at least that can be ready to go when I'm done making my mess). I was thinking while I put glasses in the cabinet, and spoons in the drawer. (Multitasking...a dangerous endeavor for sure.) Tears burned my eyes because what I thought pierced my own heart.
It was this: the hardest thing for me to do most any time during the day (or night) is to make my mind captive to Christ. I can't even tell you the string of profane things that went through my head as I raged about the circumstances of the end of this day (which, for the most part, had been a decent day). I'll just say this: you won't find a verse in Proverbs 31 praising my train of thought.
I'm just here confessing. Confessing my desperate need for a Savior, confessing Jesus as that Savior, and crying out for his saving grace to get me through every moment of every day.
Moment by moment is how I'm going to have to take this mind of mine captive. Make it a prisoner of the Most High King, so that one day (Maybe? Hopefully?) I can be a woman who is not channeling Captain Morgan, but instead is a vessel of the fruit of the Spirit.
I think I'll have to do the laundry tomorrow. But the cupcakes will be made tonight, thanks to my husband, and my Lord (please read: they are not one and the same) (I do love each of them, but I make sure not to confuse the two).
Reader Comments (4)
I completely sympathize - I feel like lately everything brings me to the edge of tears and then I freak out and Skye's always like, okay, I can get that for you, no big deal. And then I feel silly because I'm an adult and can just no big deal suck it up and get it myself! But that's what loved ones are for, to handle the crazy.
Isn't it funny how it's the little things that leave us undone? Glad you got a grip on it and that your husband is the type who will go out for the eggs. :)
i can't even count all the times something like not having eggs has brought me to my breaking point. i also am trying to take my thoughts captive and BEFORE they come out of my mouth recklessly. thanks for your honesty.
Christina, I loved this, "Moment by moment is how I'm going to have to take this mind of mine captive. Make it a prisoner of the Most High King, so that one day (Maybe? Hopefully?) I can be a woman who is not channeling Captain Morgan, but instead is a vessel of the fruit of the Spirit. ". That spoke right into my wayward heart, too. Thank you!