Slow Morning

I had great plans for today, but the morning started with all three children in tears, whining, and generally unhappy.

I put on music in the living room, and music in David’s room.

I left the dishes and read my Bible, praying for the peace that comes from keeping my mind stayed on God.

I finally put Laurel back to bed.

I’m waiting for David to stop crying so I can talk to him about why he is upset (he wants the three brick blocks that Bethel has, never mind the twenty brick blocks still in his room).

He came out of his room, still weepy but at least somewhat rational. I defined bitterness for David. I don’t think we’ve talked about bitterness before. (I said it was holding a grudge, which he does understand.) Then I forgot to ask him if he was bitter and holding a grudge. We prayed together.  Now he’s resting in his room for a bit (music still playing). I’ll go in there in a few minutes.

Guess our morning will be a little slower than I had planned. That’s okay. I probably needed more time reading my Bible, anyway.