Yesterday was a bit of a rough day. Nothing extraordinarily terrible, but a crying-sick-baby, kids-arguing, spilling-stuff, messy-house, broken-dishes kind of frustrating day. Greg recently returned from a two week trip to Europe, so I was a little tired anyway.
As I was heading upstairs to discuss being willing to take responsibility for one's actions with one of the children, Greg was leaving for some church meetings. I had a twinge of sadness that he couldn't stay with us. He frequently has meetings that take him away from home, and for the most part, we are used to the routine. However, every now and then on those hard days, it's a little harder to see him go. I plunged ahead with the night's plan, knowing that he would be back as soon as he could.
We made it through the evening. I got everyone fed, rocked that poor little girl to sleep, got the fighting boys settled, and sat down on the couch. That's when Greg got home, with all of the encouragement and good advice that I needed right then. And where had he received these insights? At his meetings.
Once again, I realized how abundantly blessed we are for his volunteer service at church. Not only directly, but in the wisdom and experience he has gained through the process. The time he is gone is always more than compensated for with blessings poured out upon our family. Just feeling grateful today for the opportunities we have to grow, and those moments when I realize how mindful the Lord is of me.