My back's turned to her as I stir the sauce. Mentally, I cringe, and I slowly close my eyes and take a deep breath.
"Pasta." I say, not giving anymore information.
I wait, my eyes still closed.
"But we had pasta this week!" she protests.
And I go through the spill, again, "well that was pasta with asparagus and lemon butter sauce and salmon, and tonight it's tomato sauce..."I falter off, not wanting to indulge her in this conversation.
It's the daily dinner question: "What's for dinner?"
Some nights I'm good at handling it, some nights it's exactly what they want to eat and they don't protest it, and some nights, like tonight, I just feel sorry for myself.
Child, don't you know how stressful the past two hours have been? Wrangling baby from the cabinets, steering him from the snack cabinet, pausing to talk with teen about a school project that I have no brain cells to even think about, helping 10 year old with her emotions from a bad day, taking care of a sick little one with strep throat and whines from the five year old because I turned off his favorite show...and dinner's not done and I have to go get husband from the train, because we only have one car this week, and...and.....don't you realize I do my best around here?
And why can't you just be thankful for my effort--for this home made meal made for you...don't you realize the time and effort I put into feeding this family and how hard it is to make dinner for 7 people every night?
And I catch myself, and stop my pity party because He reminds me:
Child, how many times have you complained to me because of what I've done?
How many times have you been ungrateful for My effort?
And my "best" is really "Best"!
And yet you are still ungrateful.
And I say, "Lord, Lord, you are right. I need to trust You more. You're in all this. You do all things well. I will rejoice and be glad in You."
Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. ~I. Thessalonians 5:18
#107 Flowers from a dear friend's garden.
#108 A mentoring relationship.
#109 Being able to cook dinner for my family every night. It blesses me so much.
#110 Food that nourishes and strengthens little bodies, even if they don't realize the blessings of that just yet..
#111 Your Word, your Word. Your precious Word.