My Cup Runneth Over

the day is rainy and drizzly

gray clouds, dreary skies

the house has clutter all around

paper, pens, books, toys

I hear children whining

the calling of “mama” swirls around me hitting me from all sides

multitasking takes on a new meaning as I try and handle many things at once

“watch you do cartwheels?” sure

“help you with math?” sure

“bandage your sliced open finger? of course

…and don’t forget the baby’s diaper

I hear bickering and am the referee…again.

my head swirls

I am so fatigued…

where do I look?

“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.” Psalm 121: 1-4

where will I choose to look?

within or upward?

when I look upward I see…

signs of learning and vibrant life everywhere

sweet, beautiful children loving their mama so much they want to be with her

one brother making the other brother a gift as a surprise, which results in smiles and hugs

a daughter that shames me by her humble diligence in her daily tasks

sweet kisses, muddy toes, precious noises of joyful activity

siblings that can’t wait to have their turn holding and caring for their newborn brother

and the conclusion is undeniable–

truly, my cup runneth over

today, dear sister you have fresh mercies filling your cup

may you have a blessed day!

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