{A Million Miles. . . }

I found myself today rather irritated with my snow bunnies. I was trying to find Mr. Hobbs something for his birthday, my three little shoppers were carrying on like something you'd only see in the movies. . .

They sounded as if they were being tortured. They were "starving" since they haven't eaten in days. . .Their legs ached from walking a "million times" around Kohls. Really? A Million.

After picking up some sort of gourmet grilled cheese (had to be for the price) from Sweet Bay, I felt compelled to pull over.

Me - Repeat after me. I CAN THINK OF SOMEONE BESIDES MYSELF.

THEM-I CAN THINK OF SOMEONE BESIDES MYSELF. . . they couldn't get it military chanting style, which is what I was after, but they tried.

Me-Keep saying it until I tell you different.

When I arrived at the intersection of Massard and Zero, I changed the chant. . .

Me- Now say, I WILL THINK OF SOMEONE BESIDES MYSELF.

Kids are wonderful, spirited little creatures. So innocent, and honest. But at times the same ole' sinful nature that I have, is evident that it strikes them too. Jesus lives in their heart. So, I know the same devil that attacks me. . .

attacks them too. And I remind myself. He hates my kids. He hates me mothering and teaching my kids. He hates the fact I am trying to raise 3 strong and brave warriors to fight against him. And he is doing all he can to discourage me.

The "chanting" stopped when we reach Gen Darby (I love that street name), and I asked for silence.

I feel disappointed when I know if we were at the movies, birthday party, or ballgame nobody would've been starved, in pain, or miserable.

They just were having to do something they didn't want to do. Something that didn't interest them, or bring the level of excitement they've grown to expect.

Speaking of expect. . .This is what i expect. . .

Philippians 2:4

Do not be interested in your own life,

but be interested in the lives of others.

Philippians 2:4

I fall short everyday.

I make mistakes, and I miss the mark.

I miss opportunities.

I get tired.

I don't have all the answers. And man, sometimes I wish I did.When do you tell them this?

How do you tell them that?

Should I explain this?

How much do they need to know about that?

I pray. And press on.

My hearts desire. . .

To not always please my children, but God.

Keeping my eyes on the prize,

Tonia

Philippians 2:4 The Message

Put yourself aside, and help others get ahead. Don't be obsessed with getting your own advantage. Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand.