Weeding the Farm

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We've been gone for a few days visiting family.  It was great fun.  Now we're home and the week looms ahead of me.  Lots to do.  Laundry is piled up.  Papers need graded.  Lesson plans are still waiting to be written.  Food needs fixed.  I find myself dreading the coming day.  It's days when I feel overwhelmed that things seem to go wrong.   They soon spiral into those "horrible, awful, no good, very bad days."  

As I was setting up my blog posts to run in the coming week I ran across something I wrote a couple years ago on such a day.  Reminded me to stop and take a few deep breaths, say a prayer, and then take things one at a time and do my best for the Lord and my family.  I don't need to allow any weeds opportunity to grow.

So from the archives I've pulled up "Weeding the Farm" to share with you.
Image: Bill Longshaw / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Just need a moment to vent a little. Do you ever have one of those days where things just go wrong? It seemed ironic that on a day when a friend posts an article I wrote on parenting and teaching through example, that I can't seem to get it together.

I'm hit first thing this morning with questions like, "Where is my sweatshirt? I don't have any jeans left in my drawer. Are there any clean?" We had an extremely busy weekend and everything was left undone. I haven't caught up yet, and the kids seemed to take it for granted that these things would just be done.

Then in school, there was an unbelievable amount of impatience and selfishness. Everyone seemed to think their needs were more important then the next persons. I was frustrated and impatient myself after multiple interruptions. I even lost my temper at one point.

I think it all really started when I got up this morning and found out my husband was going to be gone at breakfast and lunch and then was thinking of taking one of the boys out fishing later in the day. It frustrated me because I wanted him here. I wanted some help. In reality, I was pretty much pouting because I was just thinking about me and my needs. Guess my kids are a whole lot like their mother.

By mid-morning I felt like giving up. I was an utter failure as a parent. Then for school one of the boys read these words from Gal. 6:9, "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Those words spoke to my heart.

Yep, we sure enough had a bad morning. But I will not give up. The past is behind. I will persevere. I admit my selfishness before my heavenly Father asking his forgiveness and seeking his continued work in my life. I will not let weariness get the best of me today. At the proper time, there will be a harvest. My farm just needed a little weeding this morning.

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