A few weeks back I was up early in the morning making the bed with worship music on while I was doing my morning routine. Hubby had already left for work and the kiddos were still asleep. This is my favorite part of the day, nothing like getting things done and being able to have some quiet time before the chaos.
Suddenly I felt God speak to me and honestly I didn’t like what he had to say. You see the past few months have been hard, really hard. There was this mean person living inside of me. I was sick of doing the same thing over and over again. I have had enough of being home alone with the kids, and I was taking it all out on Jordan. I had resentment towards him because I didn’t think it was fair that I was the one who had to stay home with the kids all day. While hubby goes on business trips or has his business dinners, I’m the one at home with the kids.
For a while when Jordan would come home I would just complain on how hard my day was, how the kids did this or that, and how I was at my wits end with everything. Never did I stop to think how hard his day is, or how stressful his job is. Worst of all is I wasn’t making it any easier, not for him or myself and in the end we would just both be worn out from all my griping. Ouch!
As a wife I can set the tone in my house, I can make it a place of rest and peace, or I can make it living hell. I want my hubby to be able to enjoy coming home and know that he can rest and be at ease. I want him to know that despite how hard my day has been that I will greet him with a warm hug and smile, and not a bunch of rocks.
I’ve made a promise to myself and to God that morning that no matter how hard my day has been, that our house will be a place of peace, love and joy. I don’t always get it right, but its been a whole lot better.