Lessons from the Israelites

I'm so excited! I have so much to write about. I knew exactly what I wanted to share with you too, but just about the time I went to type it, my boys began to fight for the million and first time today. UGH! I sweetly said to them, with no emotion at all (hahaha!!! Do I do anything without emotion???) "STOP IT ALREADY". I think I have had enough for one 24 hour period. "I'm telling" - "Mommy, Tell him to stop" - "Tell him not to touch me" - "Tell him to stop looking at me" - "Tell him to stop singing...it is making me lose my game"... Well, Well, Well... at least I have a perfectly wonderful cup of coffee in a HUGE new mug (thanks Sheila)! Needless to say - I can't concentrate. Hmmm...how do I pull this into something meaningful? What spiritual wisdom is there in the hysteria of mommyhood? Well, I bet God gets sick of me whining to him. I think of the Israelites while they were in the wilderness. How could they see miracle after miracle and still complain about every single little challenge?! I mean...really? The Red Sea parted in front of them and they walked through on dry ground with the whales (I may have added whales for drama) and fish swimming on each side of them! They tasted the bitter water at Marah that turned sweet because an old stick was thrown into it. They rested in an oasis at Elim...right in the middle of a wilderness, nonetheless! They saw God's presence up on that mountain and literally heard His voice. They even saw grapes so big it took two men to carry them! What were they thinking? Oh, wait - I think they are actually beginning to sound vaguely familiar. It couldn't be...no, surely not...I mean...well I'll just be...I sound just like them. Ugh again! You know what though? He still called them His Special treasure...His children...His chosen. THANK GOODNESS! I was about to get concerned. There is hope for a distracted girl like me. If they were all those things to God and more -then I am too! Is there anything more encouraging than knowing I am God's chosen, special child? Nope...can't think of a single one. Hmmm...I guess there is one other thing I can pull from my frazzled head full of colored hair. Just like my boys come and tattle on each other, I can go to my Father and tattle on the stinkin' devil. I know He will take care of him. Shew! Finally something I can count on. He will also listen to me tell Him all about people who hurt my feelings...things I don't understand...& stuff that's just plain ol' unfair. I love how He is my Daddy...my Abba. Maybe my hair won't fall out after all...at least not today.