Everyday

They have been some rougher days lately.

No big problems, just more fussing than usual, sporadic good and bad feedings, lots of spit (down lots of mommy's clothes), fitful sleep, and plenty of other work to fill in the cracks.

It's a pretty steady temptation to get discouraged or self-pitying or frustrated or stressed or impatient or anxious or any combination thereof.

Last night (before a particularly rough bedtime) I was convicted to savor these days, receive the good, bad, and messy with a grateful heart, and respond with patience and trust and contentedness, even when I don't feel naturally inclined to do so.

When am I going to enjoy Victor and rest in God, if not right in the midst of the perplexing and tiring now?

But godliness with contentment is great gain.--1 Timothy 6:6

Tonight I read a blog that underscored the call to happy, ongoing mini opportunities to die to self.

HT: Desiring God