Never take for granted the power of Grace.
On our return home, we figured out plans for the rest of the day, letting the kids play outside while my HH and I watched Sunday afternoon football. As the day progressed, my son, who recently had croup - had a return visit of a nasty cough, with each time he took a breath. Evening dinner came and went, and my HH and I decided to snuggle and watch a movie in the evening, in celebration of our renewed vows.
We put the kids to bed, and waited for some much needed cough medicine to kick in for the poor boy, and it just never did. Meanwhile, a thunderstorm began to develop, just at the same time as our son made his way into the bathroom to get a drink of water, and hum......also to start the next couple of hours of vomiting up dinner.
Suddenly the wind picked up - weather warnings announced, and a tornado watch was in effect....and then so quickly, it turned into a tornado warning, with hail, wind and sideways rain. All at the same time as my son is throwing up in the bathroom, my HH begins washing his sheets and PJ's....oh and by the way, I was on the phone too! What bad timing!
He finally settled to sleep at around midnight, and my HH and I finally watched the end of the movie....before we crashed into bed for only a few hours sleep, when my son was up again with the cough.
So this morning, we kept my son home, and got breakfast rolling. I had just brought, to the table, the Oberweis FULL GLASS bottle of milk for the cereal, when, it suddenly crashed onto the table and broke into hundreds of glass pieces with milk flying everywhere.....Oh Please, can we Please, get back on track? This is the last straw, I am going to LOSE IT.With thankfully, only one of my kids getting drenched in milk, and shards of glass all over the table and floor.....I looked at my HH, and with no words, we went to work: grabbing towels to begin clean up and shooing the kids in the other room away from the glass.
I say HH for a good reason....and here's why. Imagine the scene, milk is everywhere, glass pieces everywhere, my sick coughing son is soaked in milk, and I have only about a half hour to get kids ready to go to school. My Hero Husband is just that, my hero for mornings like this. We are both exhausted from the night before and frustrated at the mess that now has to be cleaned up. But even in his sharp, black suit, he helps pack the lunches, and starts mopping up the mess, picking up glass, and feeding the baby so we can be on time. Finally we get to a point where things are under control, and I take over, and he leaves for work.
We made it to school on time this morning, and anything I had planned for a Monday was thrown out the door. I Pine Soled the kitchen tile, and got the rest of the tiny bits of glass, wiped down all the chairs, and even threw a load of laundry in. And now, the house is at peace, three kids napping, my son's cough has subsided enough for him to breathe well, and the kitchen is clean.
Yikes.
These times are when you look back and see truly God blessing us in a special way, in that moment we renewed our vows. I can imagine any other day, we would have let the frustration of split milk get to us. And so, even though our night and morning was spoiled (no pun intended), I think we received a special gift of grace yesterday, that allowed for us to work as a team, a partnership, a marriage. I saw us working as one united pair, working for a common goal, supporting each other in moments when we want to scream, stepping up at the exact moment its needed.
You know, I think even writing on this blog is a way to put down and think it all out, truly the gratitude I feel when I think of God giving us these gifts, when we need them the most. He's the silent third party that is the glue, the substance, the meaning to any marriage. He's the one dying to give us the Grace we need to be the spouse He expects of us.
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