Friday, September 6, 2013

Five Minute Friday ~ Red

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 Five Minute Friday~ Red

One more stomp of a tiny foot and Mama sees red. A simple request for a little help with  ALL. THE. MESS. and big attitudes come flying out of small bodies and stretched thin, not enough sleep, lost my super hero cape Mama comes unglued. Who is this person? I'm the exuberant one. The bubbly, silly one who always ends up saying just a bit more than needs to be said and then laughing it off and telling another goofy story, complete with crazy faces and hands flying through the air. So who is this heavy breathing, red faced, fist clenched woman who's reminding herself that these three little tornadoes who've invaded her clean house are people that she LOVES? When did I go from fun, get down on the floor and play with you and kiss you all over Mom to this tyrant who just wants desperately to be able to sit down for five minutes without tripping on a mess on the way there? Anger, sadness, guilt... they wrap their tentacles around me like a soggy woolen cloak and the burden gets so. very. heavy.  And then I close my eyes for a moment and hear that still small voice. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."  "Lo, I am with you always, even to the ends of the earth." "Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart..." "I know the plans I have for you." I see red again. The red, shed blood of Jesus, pouring out on me and washing me clean.  A new moment sits before me. I can choose the red of anger, or the blood of Jesus, filling me with power to move forward in HIS strength. A new moment, a new chance. A soul washed white as snow.