It was one of those mornings, all too familiar. Timothy woke up way too early, again. With way too much enthusiasm. Again.
“Morning Mummy, I want milk!”
Mummy groaned and rolled over, burying her head beneath the covers. I’m too tired. I can’t do this. I need a day off. Where’s a hole I can crawl into?
“Timmy, just go back to sleep,” I moaned.
Giggling he said, “I want milk.”
I lay there a few more moments, feeling overwhelmed, abandoned and very sorry for myself.
Another day to survive.
Suddenly a whisper cut through the cacophony of thoughts in my head.
“Change Your Mind.”
Immediately, I got out of bed and said, “Okay Timmy, I’ll get you some milk.” It wasn’t really loving or kind – I was still rather annoyed, actually. But I had this drive within me to “Change”.
I spoke to Timmy in fairly loving tones, to cover over my true attitude of annoyance. “Timmy, Tell me what you need. You want a story? Okay, let’s read…”
About an hour later, Sean awoke and thanked me for speaking to Timmy so sweetly all morning.
“Really”, I said, “I thought I sounded rather patronizing.”
“Well, I can tell you’re putting in an effort to be nice, cause normally you just huff and puff and let us all know how much you hate early mornings.”
Change Your Mind… Be transformed by the renewing of your mind… Hmm, I can do this in Him.
(more tomorrow… stay turned)
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