Sweet Spot

I’ve had a hard time with the children the last week or so.
Bad attitudes, selfishness, disrespect and disobedience seem to be in never ending supply.
There are sweet moments to be sure but right now the challenges overshadow the sweet moments.
And tonight I was exhausted.
I was running on grace/fumes. And my two year old didn’t nap this afternoon. And my onetruelove had a rare work meeting tonight.
By God’s mercy and grace I got the boys bathed and dressed in pajamas without much incident.
But then Nolan went to hide under his crib.
And Luke followed at breakneck speed.
But he didn’t duck down far enough and BAM!
His head banged the crib and then crying and then cuddling and crying.
But do you know what happened?
Nolan walked over and plopped down beside us and ordered me to bow my head.
He covered his eyes and said, “Dear God, help Lukey. Amen.”
He gave Luke a kiss and then climbed up on something he shouldn’t have been standing on.
Balm to my weary soul.
And a call to carry on.
To keep on.
A sweet spot here and there in this life because they are
always interrupted.
Desperately trying to remember that the real sweet spot is
eternal life.