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The Mud Puddle (of life)

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Round and round, wind in my hair and holding on for life…until I land in the mud puddle. SPLAT!

As a child, I loved listening to the squeaking and laughter surrounding my little world on the merry go round. I would watch the sky swirling above, where would I stop? Would I be able to stand up with the change from spinning to standing still?

The Mud Puddle

Never did I dream that life would be like that as a parent. One moment of parenting would be filled with such fun and exhilaration, while the very next would throw me to the ground.

Just like those playground days, these parenting days are full of the unknown about what comes next. As the merry go round of life spins out of control, I have choices to make – and those choices always have consequences, whether good or bad.

This morning, the merry go round threw me into a mud puddle…

No, no … not the proverbial mud puddle …

A real life, red clay, been a stormin’ all night, rainin’ all mornin’ kinda mud puddle …

The dog done run the cat up the tree, swam in the creek, dug in that water filled hole…

The girl got gum in her hair, the boy spilled orange Kool-Aid, and did I mention the red clay mud puddle …

Boy that hot shower felt good, I could have gotten my knickers in a knot, but it wouldn’t have done any good. Instead, I picked myself up out of that nasty old red mud puddle.

Did I mention the dog done dug in it and got red clay all over my clean floors?

I told the kids to go clean their room, I knew that the way I told them to, they wouldn’t do it, but really…

Mama just needed a moment … and a cup of coffee … and some time with Jesus …. a LOT of time with Jesus …. the whole day with Jesus … and another cup of coffee.

I needed some time to regroup, and talk to The One who has me on those days when I feel like it’d be easier to roll over, slip further down, and pretend like life outside of my puddle didn’t exist. Those days that taking my next breath is harder than I can possibly imagine. You know, those days … the ones where the merry go round is going so fast that it throws you off and you land flat on your back. It takes your breath and the only thing left to do is call the name of Jesus.

Over the past 6 months, I’ve been participating in a Scripture writing plan with a few friends. For the month of May, our Scripture focus has been fear and anxiety. I already knew that it would be a good month, as those are two of my biggest faults. I struggle on a daily basis with surrendering my fears and anxieties to God. I struggle with laying those at the foot of the cross and letting God handle them.

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Every morning, I wake up and say I am giving it to God, but usually before I even get out of my bedroom, I have taken it back and added a few more struggles to the mix. This is not, however, how I want to live my life.

I want to focus on giving my fear and anxiety to God.

I want to surrender and rest in the peace and comfort that can come only from the Creator of that mud puddle…

and the Creator of that dog who played in it…

and the Creator of that cat who is up the tree – again…

and the Creator of that girl who got that gum in her hair…

And then I want to laugh, because laughing helps us enjoy the mud puddle of life!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One thought on “The Mud Puddle (of life)

  1. I wish I could give you a real life hug! I think back often of our f2f visit and the twists and turns out lives have taken. I pray for you regularly too. Miss you and Miss M sends her love!

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