Reboot. Repeat.

I started on this post two nights ago and I am glad I did not finish it then. It would have been a whine fest about the woes of motherhood. I am sure I am not alone in this. I love my children but oh boy, three can be a little bit much sometimes. They are my greatest treasures and I am proud to be called their mom (most of the time, when they are on their best behavior when we are out and about). Kidding aside, being a mother is a herculean task and one that requires a lot of grace. Every moment. Every day. Pause. Reboot. Clean Slate.

As I ponder on this repeat and reboot process that goes on every day at my house, it magnifies the same grace I experience every day. The moment I get up from bed to the time I lay my head down after a hectic day, I am given this unencumbered and unequivocal gift from God. I do not even have to ask for it. God just gives it generously and freely. I just hope I do not use it in vain or take it for granted. I am not going to be preachy in this post. I just know that I cannot separate myself from who and what I am with Christ. If it shows in my writing, I hope it will encourage you.

With that reminder for the last two days, I have been more appreciative of my children and the short time I have with them before they become adults. Last night I was at the end of my thin rope (meaning my patience). It has been a long few months for us; what with my husband working long hours at his new(er) job and I have been left with most of the running around for everything. Did I say I work full-time? We just got home from soccer practice and I still need to get dinner ready. The boys started arguing (thank goodness, their big sister is at work) and whining and everything that boys do at their age (10 and 7). I was about ready to explode and then suddenly, I got reminded I have to show them grace. This was after our little video session (me recording the 7-year-old and showing him his whiny video). They were being little boys after all and it was not their fault I was having a hectic day already.

So we talked and had an adult conversation on how they need to change their behavior so that we can be in harmony together. Meaning – mom (me) will not be so mean every day (I do not think I am that mean though) and be so stressed out as soon she gets home. Now I am wondering if I will be like my children when God will do the “come to Jesus” moment with me. Will I be so willing to listen and change right away like I expect my kids to be? Will I be willing to become different?

What I know for sure is that I will probably do the same thing again (and maybe again) and ask for forgiveness (for the nth time). Oh, how this repeat and reboot process happens all the time! I am so glad that God’s mercies are new every morning. I am thankful and grateful. My cup runs over. I hope you will also realize your own repeat and reboot moments. When everything seems to close in and overwhelming, you are not alone. Just look up and look around you. You can start over again like I do every morning. You can rewrite the future. If you think it is impossible, just believe. You will get there. I am getting there. One step at a time.

Yours truly,

Vian

(Photo grabbed from rebootshow.fm)