William Arthur Ward~
"Blessed is the woman who has a smile in her voice, a sparkle in her eyes, a song on her lips; a spring in her step, a warmth in her touch, a depth in her beauty, a purpose for her life, a joy in her faith, a hope in her breast and a love in her heart."
I've always loved that quote above and in fact, it's been on my sidebar for years. It's something I've tried to live by though I haven't always been successful. And lately, I have been realizing how far short I actually fall.
It's so easy to write one thing and live another, isn't it? And yet, I don't want to be a hypocrite. I want to live out what I actually say. So I'm constantly working on having a repentant heart and walking my talk.
This week was one of those wake up calls. I woke up as I heard the frustration and pain in my son's voice as he is struggling to relearn some math for an employment test and yet, I was too distracted with business and social media to help him. I woke up as I realized it had been almost two weeks since I had reached out to my other child who is away at college. I woke up as my daughter retreated into herself and I discovered she was hurt over something I had said in my haste and hurry.
I often put family down on the bottom of my priority list because I get wrapped up in other things. I can be joyful and happy with the rest of the world, but a total grouch at home. I can be patient, kind and sweet to others but impatient, mean and harsh with my family.
Those wake-up calls that God sends me from time to time really hurt. But I'm glad I get them. Yesterday, Dan and Nathan went to pick up Stephen from college. I spent the day cleaning my house and making order from the chaos. I canceled a couple of things that would have pulled me further away. I spent time in prayer for my husband and children. I made phone calls that I had been putting off but were necessary to help my son. I worked on restoring my relationship with my daughter, as we talked and baked cookies together. I was joyful, upbeat, happy and "in the moment" with my family.
We all went to bed cheerful and at peace and the benefit was I slept soundly all night long. And that was a first in a long time because I had been getting those little nudges from the Holy Spirit in the middle of the night lately.
Wake-up calls are a good thing, aren't they?