In the Grumpy Groggy Times

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Through the cobwebs and grogginess in my head I hear the chime on my phone playing “Good Morning”. While the little song is somewhat cheery, that is the last thing I feel when it goes off. My hand searches for the phone. Finding it, my eyes try to locate the “dismiss” button. The light from the phone is overwhelming so I close my eyes and barely squint through one eye attempting to turn it off.

By this time, my husband is completely frustrated and growls, “You still don’t know how to turn that off?” I wisely ignore the comment, press the button and drop my phone. At this point, the puppy is scratching at the bed ready to go out. I plop my head, face down, into my pillow and wish it was all a dream. 

Adulthood. Motherhood. Jobs. Responsibilities. Relationships. Many mornings as I reluctantly pull myself out of bed I wonder, “Is this really all there is to life? I don’t want to be an adult today. 

Been there? 

Little girls can’t wait to be teenagers.

Teenagers can’t wait to be adults.

They dream of their perfect job with the perfect salary and the perfect husband and perfect children. They will live in the perfect house in the perfect neighborhood and drive the perfect car. They will be perfectly happy all the time and life will be—PERFECT.

Nope.

It is highly unlikely any of them will have lives that even come close to resembling perfection.  Why? Because LIFE happens. Life—reality.  A job with conflict that pays too little. Layoffs. A husband who eats too much or watches too much TV…or maybe he isn’t romantic enough or doesn’t pay enough attention. The kids are constantly sick, they don’t sleep enough, they are sloppy, and always need something. Someone else always has a bigger fancier home. The neighbors are continuously upset about something and the car keeps breaking down.

Ahhhh—This is life—REAL LIFE. 

— Back to my morning. It’s at these times…the grumpy groggy times…that I have to remind myself that life isn’t about me. It isn’t about my job and whether or not I like it. It’s not about having to get up when I’d rather sleep. It’s about Christ. What can I do for Him today? Who might need a word of encouragement from me? I need to remember to appreciate the man God gave to me—as a gift.  My children are a blessing, not a chore, and I am so lucky to have them.

Our society tells us that we should focus on ourselves—our desires, our wants, our happiness. But, the more I get into the Word, the more I find that kind of thinking is contrary to God’s heart.  Frankly, if we’d quit seeking our own happiness, we would likely find ourselves much happier.

So if you’re serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don’t shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that’s where the action is. See things from his perspective. –Colossians 3:1-2 MSG

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3 thoughts on “In the Grumpy Groggy Times

  1. Thank you my friend.My mornings are better after reading your posts. Happy Monday:)

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  2. Owen Carr

    Grandpa Carr reporting in . . . . . . . I love readin’ your writin’. KEEP IT UP. Good “stuff.” WE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    On Mon, Mar 9, 2015 at 6:46 AM, mommalisaof2 wrote:

    > Walking Bare Souled in the SONshine posted: ” Through the cobwebs and > grogginess in my head I hear the chime on my phone playing “Good Morning”. > While the little song is somewhat cheery, that is the last thing I feel > when it goes off. My hand searches for the phone. Finding it, my eyes try > to locat”

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