beat you’re kids up

For the last two mornings I’ve done something that I haven’t been doing for a year.  I beat my kids up.  By “beat up” I mean I got up out of my bed and started my day before they were awake.

This was something I did as often as I could before I went back to school, but I fell off the wagon.  I actually did get up and get ready before them on workdays, but I was gone all day.  It doesn’t have the same benefit when you aren’t around the kids.

I like getting up earlier then they because I don’t like starting my day with a list of demands and tasks.

Mom I’m hungry.

Mom ____ isn’t sharing.

Mom can I _____?

What are we doing today?

What are we eating?

When is dad coming home?

I think you get the drift.  There’s instant motion and work in my house, the moment the children rub their sleepy eyes.  The workload begins and I find myself grumpy and weighed down.

Yesterday was a great example of why, for me, beating the kids up is of utmost importance.

We had “one of those days”.  I mentioned before how we are all learning how to be together.  With school out, it’s even worse now.  Our house hasn’t found it’s rhythm yet.  Rhythm is important.  Moving has also contributed to the chaos.

I woke up, had my time in the scriptures, drank an exorbitant amount of coffee, and the first little one came trickling out to the back porch.

The back porch is my favorite spot in the morning.

The rest of the day was rough.

fighting, arguing, disobeying.

Sound familiar?  I hope not, but I know I’m not alone.

I handled the hectic mess so much calmer and gracefully than I had been this last month.

Truly, I just to mentally prepare for the day.  Soak in The Word, sip in the caffeine, and prepare for battle.

That’s what it can feel like, can’t it? A battle for peace.

Do you need to prepare for battle as well?

How do you maneuver the mine field in your house?

I beat my kids up.

exercise your spirit

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As a mom of many, I have found that the best time of day to have a quiet time to fill my spirit has varied greatly over the years.  Some of these moments didn’t happen until naptime- sometimes not at all.  Often they were snuck in while nursing a babe in the wee hours of the morning or late into the night.  Now that the kids sleep though the night (unless they sneak into our bed), I have had to find my way back to a purposeful schedule of study.

I’m a believer of survival study.  When you have infants and your exhaustion is at its peak- read when you can, so long as you do it.  I’m not in this place anymore, so I don’t have many excuses to give myself.  It’s so important for me to rise before the kids.  I’m not a morning person- depite what people may think of farmers.  I have never been one.  I am; however, a gal trying to seek the wisdom of the Lord.  That requires sacrifice.  I feel more “ready” for the demands of schooling and parenting when I wake, instead of getting woken.

I have tried over the last month rising before anyone else.  I’ve done a decent job at it.  For that I thank God, for he has woken me up even before my alarm most days.  It has come in the form of our big dog barking, annoyingly loud birds, crop dusters, and neighbors wanting to go for early AM walks.

The reality of this need to get up early came when I realized trying to read while the kids ate breakfast was more like trying to read while serving and cleaning up after tables in a restaurant.  Not so peaceful and filling.

I have, even today, skipped out on walking so that I could put the Bible first.  I know exercising my spirit is more important than my body.  I’m not overweight.  I try to eat healthy all the time.  Exercising is great for me, but not a medical necessity.  Maybe it is for you.  Maybe it will be for me some day. Right now, I know my spiritual health is more important.

I mentioned last week that I am going through another one of those mama phases.  The one where you look around and think, “Can I do this?”  I need the strength of the Lord.

Seek the LORD and His strength; Seek His face evermore! 1Chronicles 16:11

I’m still sifting through loss and grief.  How can I help those going through the same?  The wisdom and comfort of the Lord alone, helps us press on.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. 1 Corinthians 1:3-4

I thought I was going to be some sort of marathon runner.  Turns out, I’d rather run into His arms.  Running has it’s place, but what can take to place of the Lord?

Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may obtain it.  And everyone who competes for the prize is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a perishable crown, but we for a imperishable crown.  Therefore I run thus: not with uncertainty. Thus I fight: not asone who beats the air.  But I discipline my body and bring it into subjection, lest, when I have preached to others, I myself should become disqualified.  1Corinthians 9:24-27