Thursday, March 25, 2010

I'll take one slice of that humble pie, please.

It had been one of those days. You know, when everything gets on your last nerve. I felt bad because Alivia was having a great day. She was well rested and chatty. And, did I mention, chatty?? We are in one of those stages in which I feel the only time she isn't talking is while she sleeps. My noise-o-meter had reached maximum capacity. It was one of those days where if she wasn't talking she was singing and if she wasn't talking or singing she was banging with her tools. I was working really hard on the inside to not let my feelings of frustrations be on the outside. But, in all honesty, I was screaming, "SHUT UP!!" in my head. I was chastising myself for my frustration when I stopped short. I tuned into Alivia's latest song that she was belting out. " I love my mom. I love my mom. Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord."

This convicting word brought to me by Alivia.

It brought a smile to my face.
Thanks for the attitude check, Lord.