I just finished reading my Bible out of the front porch. It seemed like such a good idea at first, so that Charlie could play with the dog and run around, and I could actually read my Bible without the little munchkin jumping on me.
I opened up to Psalm 70.
vs 1a: “Make haste, O God, to deliver me!”
Me: Charlie! Don’t sweep the plants! Just sweep the ground.
vs 1b: “O Lord, make haste to help me!”
Me: Charlie, you need to listen to me. I said NOT to sweep the plants. And don’t sweep the dog either. JUST sweep the ground.
…vs 4a: “May all who seek you rejoice and be glad in you!”
Charlie grabs my coffee cup and drops it, shattering into a gazillion little shards. [Bible-reading break to clean up the mess]
vs 4a (again): “May all who seek you rejoice and be glad IN YOU!” (i.e. not in coffee cups or children or things going well in life)
Me: No, Charlie. You may not sweep the dog…And I don’t want to be swept either. Please – don’t put the broom on me.
vs 4b-5: “May those who love your salvation say evermore, ‘God is great!’ But I am poor and needy; hasten to me, O God! You are my help and my deliverer; O Lord, do not delay!”
If somehow this sort of scenario feels chaotic and disjointed, then you’re probably interpreting everything correctly! But I do think God gives special grace to mommies and helps them glean tidbits among the chaos for means of survival.
[But I better go, because I just peeked in the kitchen and found Charlie, with his chair pulled up to the counter and chocolate all over his face. I said, “Charlie…are you eating treats? Did you ask Mommy?” He promptly said “please” in sign language, smiled, and said, “Mmmmmm.”]