Veggie Tale Tribute

"A thankful heart is a happy heart.  I'm glad for what I have, that's an easy way to start.  For a God who cares and who listens to our prayers, that's why I say thanks every day."  
                                                                                                            Veggie Tales


Even though there are times that I would like to imagine my life full of saintly actions sprinkled with creativity that leads to a picture perfect home with pristine children sitting with their hands folded, reality tends to come barging in and remind me that it just isn't so.  I'm thankful for this reality check, even though it usually leaves me exhausted at the end of the day.

I started my morning on ant patrol.  The kids and I were scrambling, squishing, moving furniture, vacuuming and doing it all over again in order to rid our home of these pests.  Did I mention that we have been doing this for several days already?   I am thankful that I have home to protect.

Started potty training my 2 1/2 year old boy today.  Need I say more?  I'm thankful for this sweet little man that is adding extra laundry as he tries to figure it all out.

Afternoon peace ended with the tearing open of the kitchen trash bag.  The mess started in the kitchen and continued all the way to the alley way before I intervened.  It wasn't paper trash...no, that would be too easy.  It was all the oooze and gooze that resides in our trash bags that we are in denial about.  I am thankful for our trash service that takes it all far away from here.

My lofty plans for organizing my studio into my dream space have come crashing to a halt as I run around and put out fires, do laundry, clean up messes and start all over again.  Nothing romantic going on here.  Nothing dreamy being created.  Life is happening here.  My home is not tour worthy today.  Probably not tomorrow either, or the next day for many years to come.  Instead, we are living a blessed life that can get really messy and be seasoned with bickering children, ants (thankfully nothing bigger), leaks,   and me running to the Lord to grant me patience and strength.  I am so thankful for my life.  Once the moments of feeling helpless pass, I rejoice in knowing that God is bigger than whatever mountain I may be facing at that exact moment, even if it is a mountain of laundry that is able to reproduce.

Peace has stepped in, for the moment, and I'm going to try and get back to my studio...not going for awe inspiring at this point...just clean would do.

A thankful heart is a happy heart.  Oh, how often these words enter into my mind and I am thankful to be able to say that I have a happy heart.

Have a wonderful afternoon and may it be filled with joy overflowing, even if the sink won't drain or Timmy just shaved Suzie's eyebrows off.