I’m Blessed

Sigh.  I have no wise words for this morning.  It’s mornings like this that I need to write a post like this, but I’ve said that before.

Knut and I woke up yelling at the boys.  They woke up too early and were naughty from the start and woke up everyone else in the house…too early.  Then we told them to go downstairs, where they continued to pretty much forget every rule we have ever taught them.  The dishes didn’t get done last night, so I was trying to wash some spoons so the kids could have cereal, and Knut was trying to get the coffee going so the haze would lift.  There was a lot of screaming while all this was going on.  I hate starting the day like this.

Yesterday went pretty good.  Church was wonderful.  We got to reflect on the resurrection.  We enjoyed family and food so much.

Then Knut got a dull fever to compound the back ache he’s had for the last week, and we decided to go home.  After the kids were in bed, we watched a little Netflix on the computer, and flopped into bed.  Solveig was up for an hour between 3 and 4.  The boys woke everyone up not long after that.

Knut is in that “not totally sick, not totally well” state.  I’m not 100% either.  Our computer is letting me type this painfully slow.

Silje woke up a bit weepy.  She gets that way when she hasn’t had enough sleep.  We let her stay out late with Grandma and Grandpa yesterday when we had to leave the Easter get-together early because of Knut’s dull fever.  She got to stay because she was having so much fun.  Then her brothers woke her up early and her patience is short too.  So she’s weepy.

This is why I sometimes dread holidays.  The crash after holidays are so hard.

I wonder sometimes why it is we can go so quickly from the awe and amazement of a resurrection Sunday, to yelling at our kids and just being angry.  I’m sure God wonders the same thing.  I think of the Israelites.  I think of the parables.  We’re not the first ones to struggle with this.  It’s like whenever we get it, we are about to fall again.

This morning I feel blessed that God forgives me.  He forgives my short patience.  His grace is sufficient.  It’s days like today when God forgives, and I look at Him confused and ask “but why?  Why would you forgive me, when I’m so quick to forget?”  God knows I’m just going to mess up again, and He forgives me anyway.

That is amazing.  That is why the resurrection was so necessary. This morning I’m blessed with forgiveness.  I’m blessed with breakfast and coffee.  I’m so blessed with mercy.  I want so badly to show my kids what God has shown me.

And I’m blessed by Solveig.  She’s the only one in the house who woke up in a good mood this morning.  She’s just walking around smiling at each of us.  She has hugs and kisses to anyone who will take them.  I hate to think how much more grumpy this morning would be without her smiles.

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I hope you all had a wonderful Easter!


  1. Mom says

    Not only is His Grace sufficient, but I’m blessed by this song:
    “He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
    He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
    To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
    To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.
    When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
    When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
    When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
    Our Father’s full giving is only begun.
    Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision,
    Our God ever yearns His resources to share;
    Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing;
    The Father both thee and thy load will upbear.
    His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
    His power no boundary known unto men;
    For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
    He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.” – Annie J. Flint

  2. says

    The best prayer I have on days like that is ‘thank you for the fact that this us the exceptionand not the rule.’ I’m sure you were back to smiles and good things as quickly as you left them.

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