Don't Tread on Me

I am sitting on my patio, the kids just finished swimming. It is balmy and breezy here in the shade and even though my coffee is cold, it is all just lovely. Every kid has found something to do and is quiet (well, I don't know what the littlest is doing...I'm trusting right now...) So I read my Bible, Ps. 56-59.

Ps. 56:1 starts out...

Be gracious to me, O God, for man tramples on me;
    all day long an attacker oppresses me;

Right now it's quiet and easy for me to be sweet with my kids 'cuz no one's trampling on me. Scott helped get both kids' bedrooms perfect yesterday (planning for a complainy worker visit from CSB this morning who stirred up a little trouble in my soul the last time she visited-the boys room needed vacuumed and she didn't like that I had new kids helping scoop dog doo-doo) and he did the laundry and he cooked dinner. I shopped and cleaned the bathrooms and other areas. Today and right now, there's nothing to be done and it's easy for me to be sweet but I'm fighting to do that when the dishes need cleaned up and the laundry put away. I'm allowing myself to feel "put upon" and taking offense from my kids so I turn ugly. I need to remember THE attacker is Satan and he wants me to be stressed, fail, and be ugly towards my kids.

So I'm going to keep trying to fight myself to the glory of God.

xo L

PS since starting this, I've been informed what the little one was doing: bothering the big ones. I knew she was fine.