he’s still working on me….

to make me what i ought to be.
it took him just a week to make the moon and the stars
the sun and the moon and jupiter and mars
how loving and gracious he can be
since he’s still working on me!

no, seriously.
tonight was bath night.
ALL the kids were very cooperative to being cleaned up….you may not understand at your house, but at our house this is amazing and it must be noted.
duly noted.
so when everyone was washed up, maya asked to get out first, so i obliged.
she then got herself in her jammies, and i sent her downstairs with daddy to do her cubbies homework.
then, i got dane out of the tub and left brin in there with the water drained because she likes it.
yes, she almost always turns blue because she is so cold, but even as she is shivering, i struggle to convince her that she needs to get out.
anyway, tonight the water was just drained, so she was still warm when i took dane out of the tub.
on his changing table in his room, i dried him and started to get him in his pajamas. that’s when i heard, “HELP, MOMMY!”
okay, so i KNEW there was no water in the tub, so it’s not like she was drowning.
so instead of running into the bathroom, i called back, “are you for real, brin, or are you playing?” you don’t realize how often i have had a near heart attack from hearing those exact words, running for my life to get to them, only to find out that the girls are playing with their dolls and one of THEM is mommy.
when brin didn’t answer me, i decided that she was playing.
let me remind you, the bathtub was EMPTY. i was NOT worried about drowning.
i finished dressing dane and put him on the floor telling him to “go find daddy.” and he happily trotted downstairs to the basement to find daddy. oh, how i LOVE this age!
i, then, went into the bathroom to a sheepish-looking brin.
“there’s poop, mommy.”
a small pile of poop was in the tub.
most of the toys were fine because they were no where near the poop. but not all. the princess wand had been used as a stick to play in the poop.
“oh, don’t touch! don’t touch! give that to me. yuck, brin, yuck. i just have to throw this away. you KNOW how….”
suddenly, i had a revelation.
“brin, is this why you asked for my help.”
a nod.
“oh, sweetie. i’m sorry i wasn’t here to help. now let’s get you out of there and wipe up your bottom.”
even just yesterday, i would have lost it on her. i would have gone off about how she knows how to go potty in the toilet and how nasty she was being.
there is a great BIG God who is working on my heart. and it’s fun to realize that and to thank him!
i’m not saying that tomorrow is going to be easy (it’s Wednesday! they are NEVER easy) or that i will be successful in following Jesus.
but today i was
and today i am going to praise him for a moment of success!

About giannarae

I am a child of God who has been given the humbling job of being a wife and a mother to 4. Those whom He has given to me are my Sweet Peas and Buddies and one Honey.
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3 Responses to he’s still working on me….

  1. Amanda says:

    Oh dear!! That is a sweet (although stinky) moment between you, her, and God. I LOVE that revelation!!

    Blessings-
    Amanda

  2. Jenny Aust says:

    Oh…9 times out of 10 I raise my voice too! How good God is to give us grace and a gentle voice with our children. I am so prone to just get upset about it…like yesterday when Caleb spilled milk all over the table. How wonderful that God gave you exactly what you needed when you needed it! And I'm so glad He's still working on ALL of us!

  3. GeoLeoF says:

    He's still working on me too!

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