Suddenly its early and I feel like I just fell asleep, but up, up I go.
Its dark outside and the Christmas lights create an unreal glow that awkwardly makes me even more sleepy. But here I am kissing my husband goodbye as he disappears into the freezing cold. The door shuts and all I want is my bed back.
But there it is again...that hunger. It has never been this intense in all of my life. So with my eyes heavy I push forward and push into him. Terrified to wake any of the three sleeping beauties in the house I whisper prayers and have worship playing so quite that I am not actually sure if its playing or if its in my head. There I sit 4 am in bed praying and worshiping with daddy God.Out of no where there is an incredibly ugly noise nagging at me to leave my bed..beeps and beeps and somehow seems to be getting louder....wait...how did I fall asleep? I was pushing into God and I fell asleep... suddenly that time Jesus asked his disciples if they could just stay awake and pray with him for an hour flashed in my head. Epic fail... screaming comes from the kitchen. Not only had I fallen asleep but I was now late waking up. The girls are fighting over who sat in "the chair" last... who knows what is so magical about this chair but it seems to keep them arguing nearly every meal.
I feel ...tired...more than tired..I feel completely undone.
Here I am desperate to make coffee but its a new package and my fingers don't seem to be working, do I dare use the scissors?
Then the horrible realization sets in that I forgot a child in her crib who now appears to be screaming at me and I have to make these small people breakfast.
Food...walking...preparing....
My brain has clearly left me and since its Friday I feel like giving the kids cereal yet again would just be torture... which ..don't even ask me why.
So I decide to make smoothie shakes for everyone...including the baby.
Don't even ask how that mess turned out.
How on earth do I feel like I have been standing over a fire with my eyes wide open all night...
The baby is trying out her new dinosaur screeching sounds as loudly as she can.
The seven year old that has a heart the size of Texas is informing me of her can drive and taking out half of my cupboard stock putting it on the floor. Which I then managed to trip over...
The five year old is bringing out every necklace that I own asking which one looks good on her.
How on earth was it only three hours ago that I was in this remarkable place of peace and harmony with Jesus? How do I go from 0 to crazy in 60 seconds?
As I sit here and ponder this crazy thing we call life all I can think of is how God must be laughing at this whole situation..not in a mocking or mean way but in a loving daddy way. I can't help but laugh at the cheerios now scattered across my kitchen floor (yes somehow cereal was involved after all) or the two loads of laundry sitting in laundry baskets on my couch or the printer paper
that my one year old just scattered all across my floor. All I can think of is how madly and crazy in love I want to fall with Jesus. I have always loved him but I need more than what I had... I need more than what I have been ok with. I love that he reminds me that I am a mother and a wife and his daughter first! Before anything else those are the things I am always no matter what season of life I am in those three things will never change. So as I crave his presence more and more I will be reminded of who I am more and more. So for now I am sitting back and enjoying the ride and making lots and lots of coffee!

