I woke early to the sound of my alarm clock this morning, an unusual occurrence, but one that was necessary as I knew I needed to get myself showered and ready before the kids awoke. I had an early appointment scheduled, plus an hour drive to get there, and the time it took to get the kids off to my aunts who would be watching over them while I was gone.
Running right on schedule, I woke the kids up so they could have a few minutes to watch cartoons and awake their sleepy little eyes before the eating, dressing, brushing teeth, and out the door routine that needed to occur.
Thirty minutes later the kids were dressed, shoes on, tummies full, buckled in their car seats. I had already made multiple trips to grab my purse, diaper bag, O and let’s not forget the sippy cups.
“Still running right on time,” I thought proudly to myself (let’s be honest, this is a rarity!)
I sat in my car seat and my hand made its way to ignition, but there was a problem. No keys.
My husband usually drives my car, but had left it for me today since I had such a long drive to my appointment.
Many times he leaves the keys in the car, so I checked there first. Cup holder? Nope. Center console? Nope. Door panel? Nope. I checked every opening, & compartment, on the floor, under the seats… Nowhere to be found.
I then quickly headed inside where I dumped my purse and diaper bag on the floor. No keys.
Hmmm, what about on the dresser? Nope. The kitchen counter? Nope. On the shelf by the front door? Not there. The catch all basket on the table? Not there either.
I’m now frantically running through the house, tearing apart each room piece by piece searching for the car keys.
“Lord, if the keys are in this house, please help me find them,” I desperately prayed.
A quick call to my husband confirmed that he was in possession of the main set of keys, “should be a spare set somewhere,” he said.
I looked, and looked, and looked until the time on the clock had slowly wasted away and I knew I would no longer be able to make it to my appointment.
I was frustrated to the point of tears.
All of this for nothing. My plans for the day had been flushed down the toilet. And, I was left disappointed, discourage, and frustrated.
I called my aunt to let her know we wouldn’t make it, and then I called to cancel my appointment.
In that moment, I knew I had to make a decision.
I could do as I have done many days before. I could choose to set up tent, and I could live in that frustration all day long. I could choose to be dissatisfied. I could take out my frustration on my husband and on my kids. I could get to the end of this day and be so glad it was over.
OR I could make a choice. I could choose to wade through the frustrating moment and then move on.
I could make a choice to embrace the extra moments we would have at home. I could make a choice to be happy, and content, and move on with my day as if this mess of frustration never happened.
In my humanness and my tears I kinda wanted to just stay in that place. In that mucky mess of frustration.
But, in my heart I knew what choice I had to make. And so, I waded through my emotions and put the pit of frustration behind me.
I enjoyed my day with my kids. I was happy with the extra things I was able to accomplish. And, I chose to be content.
My friend, have you ever been in that mucky pit of frustration? You know you should wade through, but it’s just easier to stay there and wallow.
Let me encourage you, you have a choice. Next time you find yourself wallowing in the muck of your frustrating circumstance, won’t you make a choice? A choice to wade through and move forward and not let frustration have a hold on your day.
The choice is yours!
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 ” Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus. “