Hot, Less Hot, and Getting Flipped Off

It’s fall y’all.  I realllly want to get excited about that, but, then I remember that I live about three hours from the southern-most tip of Louisiana. We don’t really have “Fall.” We have “Hot,” and every once in a while, we have “Less Hot.” That, however, does not stop me from scrambling to put out my pumpkins and scarecrows and gladly trading my pastels and flip-flops for jewel tones and boots.

We once lived in Michigan for a year. We had real seasons there.  My favorite was fall. My least favorite was the one where my fellow drivers flipped me off – with both hands – Every. Single. Day. Come to think of it, besides being completely unhelpful to someone who was terrified because she’d never driven on ice-covered roads before, that really wasn’t very safe. Or nice. Then again, I suppose it would be too much to ask for everyone to be as nice as my boss was, who said, “you just be careful” when instead of the 45 minutes it took a native Michigander to make the commute, this native Texan would call two hours into the drive to say I had only made it ten miles down the road. I have many skills. Driving in snow just isn’t one of them. I’ve learned to be ok with that.

Now that I’m back home, where I only get flipped off occasionally because of my driving, the change of seasons always serves as a reminder for me to get things back on track. Whether it’s a bedtime routine for my kids, my hour on the treadmill, trying again to give up all things sweet in my diet, or catching up on my daily Bible reading, I always seem to need the reminders to stay the course.

And oh, do I EVER need those reminders. I really don’t know how I get so far off course so quickly. I’ll be eating nothing but egg whites and carrot sticks and then, all of a sudden, I pass by The Buttermilk Drop, and I’ve eaten way too many doughnuts before I even realize I took the first forbidden bite.

I finally catch up on my Bible reading plan (at 3:00 in the morning on a Wednesday when Paris wakes me up and I can’t go back to sleep), and I’m so very proud of myself. Then I go to read again, and somehow I’m three weeks and four days behind. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN???

Psalms 145:15-16 says, “The eyes of all look expectantly to You, and You give them their food in due season. You open Your hand and satisfy the desire of every living thing.”

Have you ever wondered if your season was ever going to change?

I know I have.  I am raising four little world changers. Their entire lives are quite literally in my hands, and I constantly feel like I just don’t have enough hands to go around. Four kids. Two hands. The math just doesn’t add up.

It is my responsibility to ensure that they turn out to be hard-working, productive, successful members of society, and even more than that, it’s my job to be sure they have the tools they need to be Christians above all.

I’ll admit it. I sometimes think God dialed the wrong number when he called me to be a mommy, but I am doing my best to answer, one cup of spilled Sprite at a time. His hands are full of whatever I need. I have to remember to look back to the source of my help. With God, all things are possible, so even though the math doesn’t add up, when I let Him enter the equation, the balance is shifted in my favor.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 tells me, “He has made everything beautiful in its time,” so I’m going to take this opportunity to reset, recharge and embrace this season. I have so much room for improvement, it’s sometimes hard to recognize success when it slaps me in the face, but I just handed Riley a cookie, and he looked up at me, made eye contact, and said, “Thanks, mama,” so, no matter what else happens today, I’m putting November 5, 2014, down as a “W,” and I’m going to put out my pumpkins and transition our wardrobes and know that I don’t need to wait for Spring (or Kindergarten) to show up.

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