Since I had wisely stayed up until 2 am last night, it took a minute for me to register the sound I was hearing. I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep again…and then scrambled out of the warm bed to go pick her up.
Moving on. Quickly.
As tired as I was, after that I couldn’t go back to sleep right away. I thought about how precious it had been to laugh with my child in the middle of the night. I thought about how much easier and more delightful it had been to get out of my comfortable bed when I heard her joy filling the quiet room.
Do I have that effect on others? Does my family find it easier, more enjoyable to do the hard things in life because of my contagious joy? It was a convicting moment, lying in between my sleeping husband and cooing baby, and really considering the impact my mood has on my family.
Are you keeping the air in your home a little cool, or maybe far too hot? Can your children and husband count on you to handle burning the muffins without a big temper tantrum? Instead of sulking and feeling sorry for yourself, are you modelling resiliency to your children when disappointments happen? As one of my favourite authors and speakers, Charles Stanley, writes:
"Disappointments are inevitable, discouragement is a choice."