It's birthday party day.
But, somehow, it seems that all of the duties of getting ready for fiesta time have fallen to my lot. I'm going fast. I'm attacking each job with vigor. I'm attacking stains on the floor. And then I'm attacking family members as I realize that all this violence on house cleaning is a solo project.
So, I yell.
And not that "Help! I need somebody" type of yell.
Two-year-old temper tantrum type yell. I'm at my rope's end.
And then I pause and I remember...
God is using every circumstance to conform me to the image of His dear Son. Well, of course, I remembered this.
Right after I remembered that our windows were open and our neighbors are doing lawn work today.
4 comments:
That reminds me of the time when one of our children was sent to their bedrooms for 10 minutes and yelled like they were being attacked. ALL THE WINDOWS .WERE OPEN...and the neighbors most certainly heard it. I was surprised that the police were not called (but I was very very happy that they were not)! lol lol
there are so many days I've been yelling and stopped mid yell realizing there may be people listening!..only to be reminded it's those little ears I was damaging...ugh!
Happy B day party day!
I have lived this very moment. I'm sure your neighbor's have been in your shoes once or twice themselves. :)
(Hope you had a lovely birthday!)
I can't count the number of times Tom and I have stopped mid-yell..to shut the windows!lol
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