Sometimes we need a reminder of simple because it is all simple. We just work hard to make it complicated.
Being a good mom is simple. All it really takes is the willingness to put aside my own needs, wants, and desires for those of my children. It only takes having patience and understanding no matter how tired, or frustrated, or overwhelmed I may become. It is just a matter of order and organization even in the midst of chaos.
I said it was simple, but I never said it was easy. That’s why we need a reminder of simple.
As the full time, stay at home mom of three extremely active boys, I know it’s not easy. There are times and even days when it seems more impossible than simple. There are those days when things are so upside down that I would much rather lock myself away in the bedroom wearing earplugs than to deal with all the fussing, fighting, yelling, hitting, and other expressions that inevitably show up when siblings are together for a long period of time.
It is through these same days that I have somehow learned to find peace in the storm. I need a giant neon sign-type of reminder of simple.
God has promised that He will never leave me nor forsake me. I know this in my heart. It’s when the craziness surrounds me that it can be hard to believe. He is my strength, my shelter, and my calm. When the noise and the chaos ensue, it’s hard not to feel alone. The blessing really comes when I start to sink and He puts out His hand to lift me back into the boat.
Today is one of those “I’m never going to make it” kind of days. Out of a final desperation, I ran the boys out of the house. It’s nice outside, and they need to enjoy it while they can. An empty house is so quiet.
After a few moments of peace, I found myself venturing outside to watch the boys play. They were contently kicking the ball around in the front yard. To add to the picture, the sky was a crisp blue. The soft cool breeze danced through the trees and tossed my hair. “See, I’m here.” It was as if God had taken this moment to touch just me.
It was a personal reminder of simple.
When those storm clouds start to gather, I try to take a moment to look for the breeze (or sunset, or fluttering butterflies, etc.), that special touch from God to remind me that no matter what I might be facing, I’m not alone. I search for that much-needed lift that will pick me up so that I can carry on. If I look, it’s always there. He never disappoints me and always finds the best way to catch me off guard. But I do have to look for my reminder of simple.