Watching You

Sunday night, I didn't fall asleep until almost 3 am. I kept hearing strange sounds and I couldn't seem to turn my mind off. So, when my alarm went off at 6:30 am, I wasn't in the best mood. I rolled out of bed and headed straight into Megan's room to get her out of bed. She hadn't gone to sleep until about 10 pm, so she wasn't in the best mood either. By the time she got in the shower, she was yelling and kicking the wall (the wall that the bathroom shares with Jared's room). I was yelling at her to be quiet. It wasn't a stellar parenting moment.

Once she was dressed and eating breakfast, and I had a moment to take a deep breath, I realized that I had rolled out of bed and gone straight to her room, ready for battle. That was my mindset. I hadn't taken a few minutes to wake up, to prepare for the day, to kneel and pray. Why do I do that?

I left Megan eating at the table, and went and knelt by my bed to pray for forgiveness and for patience. As I was praying, I heard some soft footsteps come into my room and then leave. i finished praying, and went to see what was going on. Megan was still eating breakfast, so I walked down to Jared's room. I found him kneeling by his bed, praying for his mama and his sissy. He prayed that we could all be nice today.

I was thinking of this song by Rodney Atkins called "Watching You," how our kids are always watching us. I'm gonna try to be a little more worthy of watching this week.