|Madison acting goofy!|
This past Friday, I did something different. Not radically different but different nonetheless. It completely changed my perspective on what were really mundane things.
Confession time: I have a horrible habit of getting grumpy and more than a bit snippy when doing my chores around the house. I have been known to mumble under my breath and loudly too if I really want someone’s attention. For some reason, doing my household duties while others sit around really gets my goat. It is not necessarily their fault either. I don’t ask for help when I should. I make my to do list way too long every day so I am always behind. These are things that I do to myself. Michael doesn’t get upset if the house isn’t perfect. The children seem happy and well adjusted. It’s all self inflicted.
Friday night I had a list a mile long that needed doing. Of course, I spent the day running errands and getting Logan off on his trip with the church youth group. I spent too much time on Facebook. I read some blogs on my Google Reader. All of a sudden, it was 8:00 PM. Michael made us a fantastic dinner while I started my chores. We ate and talked with Madison. Poof, it was past 9 PM now. Here’s where I would get irritable. I’m tired and full. The children somehow managed to not do their chores before Logan left so I needed to do mine and theirs. Michael went back to playing on his xBox. I would normally start my chores thinking about how lucky my family was to have me.
Something prompted me to turn on the praise and worship station on Pandora as I started the dishes. All of a sudden, I was humming along and thinking about how lucky I was to have a family like mine. I finished dishes and made gluten free egg mcmuffins for Logan’s freezer. My whole perspective had changed. Instead of thinking about me, I was focusing on God. When my focus changed, the work didn’t seem nearly as bad. There was the same amount of work to do. It took me the same amount of time to do it. But tonight I did it with gratitude counting my blessings the whole time. Remembering that God choose this family for me long before I was even born humbled me. Who am I to complain about tasks that are mine to do as keeper of the home? Who am I to complain about my God chosen family? The chores themselves become a blessing when you think of others. They are easier to do when you are working for your Lord than when you are doing it for yourself. It’s all about perspective, isn’t it?