on one hand, i really don't want to be the type of person who just complains and complains and gripes on my blog.
on the other, i don't want to create this image of myself and my family that we're all hunky-dory, singing songs-happy-all-the time, and problem free.
because we're not.
the last few days- weeks really- have been tough for me.
to sum it up, i have just felt like a super poopy mom.
and i've smelt like one too.
so this morning i prayed really hard.
i really just wanted to be a better mom than i have been being.
and i knew that i needed some extra help.
so i asked God to help me.
to help me be patient. (because i am not by nature a patient person)
and happy. (because i seem to be frazzled and frustrated too often these days)
and to see Him and His hand working in my life more.
right now i have these little hot trickly tears down my face as i think of my day.
we didn't go to Disneyland.
we didn't do anything super extravagant.
but it was good.
i felt good.
and as i look at these little faces....
...i see His hand in my life.
and i keep having the thought:
prayer works, my friends.
yes indeedie, it does.