I'm finding that writing the blog is extremely therapeutic for me. I'm glad that I can record these thoughts and activities and will, hopefully, one day make them into a scrapbook. Anyway, this afternoon I have been extremely grumpy and have let the small things really get to me. After all, I just told Chris yesterday, in a very loving way I might add, that I can't stand it when he grabs things off the hanger and then leaves the hanger dangling above the other clothes...it looks messy. I also felt overwhelmed today because no matter how many times I clean the kitchen, put toys away, or pick up clothes the house continues to look like a tornado went through it. I know this is part of reality with having a family of five, put can't they help me every once in a while?? Chris and I have been married almost 7 years and I still have to remind myself that he doesn't see messes. I'm not sure if it's a guy thing or not, but clothes on the floor, things out of place, a dirty floor... it doesn't even phase him. If I ask him to clean up something or do something, he'll be glad to, but I have to constantly remind myself that he doesn't see things the way I do. Anyway, I got a little bent out of shape about the house being messy, but before that I reamed Ivey about making messes in the car. I allow the kids to eat and drink in the car, so any mess they make is technically my fault. But nevertheless, she spilled some ranch dressing and some water while I was driving today and you'd think by the way that I reacted that I was driving a Rolls-Royce. After I had to pull over to clean up the mess, I tried to breathe deeply and say to myself "Is this really a big deal?" No, it isn't, but I still couldn't shake the anger. I thought to myself, am I always going to be driving a toy-filled, grass-everywhere, red-juice-stained-carpet, dents-in-the-leather-seats-from-car-seats kind of car? No, I'm not, and, from what I hear, one day I'll look back and relish these days. I sat down this afternoon while the kids were asleep and wondered why I'm getting so bent out of shape. I know what it is, I just don't want to admit it. The reason - I haven't had my quiet time in two days. And even before that, I wasn't having a consistent one. I hadn't spent quality time with the only One who will never disappoint me. And as a good friend of mine put it, I was walking around to my husband and to my children wanting them to fill my cup. I wasn't letting the author and perfecter of my faith fill my cup until it overflows. I hadn't opened the love letter from the One who loves me no matter how unloveable I am. It instantly brings me to tears and I have to grab my bible and hide. I have to start praying and reading. Telling God that I'm sorry I've failed him once again. I ask him why there's such thing as a spiritual roller coaster, why does it seem so un-natural to spend time with my creator, why does my heart have to be so evil, why do I get so engulfed with life that I can't see past the end of my own nose much less where someone might spend eternity if I don't tell them about my Savior? He reminds me that I have a sin nature and brings to mind when Paul talks about doing things he doesn't want to do and not doing things that he does want to do. I confess my sin and I know that God loves me no matter what. I know that he died and forgave my sin once and for all and that He has never moved away from me, I only moved away from Him. All I have to do is turn around and walk back to Him. I am so joyful about that... and who cares if the car smells like ranch dressing?