The Runaway Mom

I will be honest- sometimes I just want to run away (but do not worry- I am not really going to). And while I would probably need my car so I could get around wherever I ended up, I would probably choose to actually run so I could get some much needed, but not really ever happening, exercise. The reason I would like to runaway? Life is hard and I do not like it being that way. So I have decided that if I could just leave for a while, everything would be ok. And when I come back (again, not to worry- I would definitely come back. I would probably only last being away for a day or two), things would be better here. My one child (who shall remain nameless) would not wake up at 4:30 in the morning and not go back to sleep, my other child would obey me, only say kind things and not pee all over the floor (or on other people when sitting in that person's lap) sometimes. We would have a bigger house, my work would be easy, I would actually remember to pay the bills on time, I would keep up with the laundry, Nelson would not be busy all the time,  and there would be this abundant cash flow which I would use to pay for Jimmy John's for lunch on the days that I work (cause making my own lunch is apparently the straw that breaks the camel's back when we are all getting ready in the morning), a personal chef, someone to watch my kids at 6 in the morning so I can go running when it is not 8 million degrees, and the list could go on and on (and it does it my head but I do not want to bore you with it on here). But I am pretty sure that this running away would not accomplish anything. To take an illustration straight from my pastor- We are like rocks in a rock tumbler- being refined and made to be shiny. But the process is bumpy, tumbly (is that a word??) and sometimes painful. But that is the way that God made it to be. I would have no need for Him if my life was easy and not marked by sin and the fall. After telling my brother today that I was so "mard" (original to Nelson- his version of the word "mad") he suggested I drink a margarita (he knows me well!) and listen to this talk- Embracing Joy in a Deceiving World. I think it is going to be exactly what I need to hear (I just haven't listened to it yet cause I fell asleep when the kids were napping- hey I was up at 4:30 this morning- cut me some slack)! In the mean time, I think I better just being praying a lot for God to give me contentment and joy in world that tells me happiness is all about easiness, feeling good and indulging yourself. I will let you know how that is going (or not going- if I am honest). In the mean time, I will enjoy looking at these cute faces each day and hanging out with that great guy who loves this broken me.