Trials seem to come in groups. The trials of a stay-at-home mom of young children may seem small in the grand scheme of thing. When I consider the catastrophe of Japan's recent earthquake and tsunami -- the devastation that ruined whole cities and claimed thousands of lives -- my trials of dealing with toddler messes and tantrums seem insignificant.
But they are trials, nonetheless. Don't tell a mom that finding all the children's clothes dumped and scattered; discovering that someone has peed in the bagless vacuum chamber; breaking up the tenth fight; endlessly reminding and disciplining; and cleaning out poopy underwear aren't trials!
I'm thankful God is with me in my trials. Even in the gross, mundane, vulgar things that fill my day, God's Spirit is within me, reminding me of God's Word, giving me the power to react calmly and thankfully to my circumstances. Not that I always do this, sad to say. Sometime I give in quite happily to the temptation to complain, yell, accuse, or self-pity. But God's grace is always there for me to take hold of, to shield me from a sinful reaction to my difficulties, or to help me repent when I fail. And His grace helps me to turn complaining into gratitude, and weariness into confidence in God.
"O Lord, you are the portion of my inheritance and my cup;
you maintain my lot.
The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;
yes, I have a good inheritance." Psalm 16:5-6
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