Another diet

Succesofmyday

It took quite some practice, the drinking of water instead of soda.

But it’s been worth it.

If I don’t watch that movie, even if it doesn’t harm me, I lose nothing.?

If I read my bible, I gain insight and I get to know God better,?and so I gain everything.
I doubt I’ll be sorry about not watching Pride and Prejudice one more time when I stand before God’s throne.
I doubt I’ll be sorry for reading His word one more time. I’ll just be happy I got to know Him, whom I’ll be spending eternity with, a little better than before.

Honestly, it doesn’t make my day easier in the sense that magically He sends me help in the form of?a fairy whenever I think I should have that.?He does remind me I am to grow in patience, grow in wisdom and love. He reminds me of eternity. The purpose of life. The reason I can have joy. Always.

That makes the difference, since by taking that in it clears the selfishness from my heart by pushing it away, and the place is taken with something better.

Today was ?a good day. First of all, I remembered it was not about me, about what I wanted to get done today or what I thought was the most fun and how I would function the best.

I remembered that my day and the success of it does not depend on whether the dishes are done or whether I read the next chapter in my bible or that chapter of that book I planned to finish. The success of my day depends on me?bringing glory to God and that looks different at different times.

But it never looks like me being stressed out because I did not do something on my to-do list. Even if that something is reading my bible, a devotional, or praying. Even if that something was painting, planting flowers or going for a walk.
Today… it was three little boys in white sleeveless shirts and Micky Mouse underwear. We sat on the rug and my boys played Duplos because Duplos are awesome, and I didn’t even try to put the blue block on the yellow one. I know, I know… I’ve got myself under control.
Caleb sat by the toy kitchen, as he does every day now, and ate some fake food that was very nutritious for him.

When there was a fight, I could step in quite quickly and because I was not focused on what I wanted to do, I didn’t have a fit when I had to go pull them apart. Because no, they were not angels. Apparently they are not angels. She said in a surprised sort of voice…

This post is part of a series:compassion-bloggers-motherhood

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