getting breakfast for my two little angels (they just woke up so they haven't had time to do anything naughty), playing the same thing over and over everyday-usually dino's and cars(thank you Jesus I can play with them at all), listening to my 4 year old Oliver talk non-stop about anything and everything (at least he wants to talk to me) washing the dishes, making meals for my family, and all of the unrecognized things a mom does. But especially in the times where everything seems to be going wrong all at once, kids crying, screaming, fighting over toys, messes everywhere, you know the drill. Where is my joy?
This is my ministry and I can't wait for something bigger to come along. I am the only Jesus my children will know growing up. Will they see the joy I claim to have?