You jump in the car and fly to the store. Then you run through the store like a crazy woman tapping your toe at every aisle because some little Granny is comparing prices. You sling your groceries onto the conveyor belt and tap your toe because the 16 year old cashier is too busy flirting with the customer behind you to actually do her job. You throw your groceries in your buggy and all but run out of the store.
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You load your bags, crank your car and realize you need gas. Fly into the gas station on two wheels, ram the shifter up into park, jump out and pump the gas. The tanks are low so it slowly ticks by. $1.00.....$3.00.....$5.00. By this time you are no longer tapping your toe, you are jumping up and down stomping your feet! Finally you fill up and jump back in the car.
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You weave in and out of traffic, cutting people off, screaming at the car in front of you, taking curves on two wheels and calling home giving orders of what needs to happen as soon as you pull up. You make it home, sling the car door open and unload the groceries. You basically throw them in the kitchen floor and yell out for someone to help put them up. Once the groceries are put up, you load up again and head to basketball/soccer/football/softball/baseball practice.
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At the park you are the social woman of the hour. You chit chat with other Moms. You talk about your day and your house and the new carpet you want. You talk about who is dating who and how bad you feel for those parents whose kids are acting out. You gossip, you whisper and occassionally you yell at your child to pay attention.
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The minute practice is over you jump in the car and fly home to only run around cooking supper, doing laundry, helping with homework. You bark out orders, fling food onto plates, throw the dogs food in their bowl and all but throw it across your porch. You run around the house like the Tazmanian Devil and wonder why no one helps you out. In frustration you get everyone down for the night and crawl into bed, take a breath and close your eyes to only wake up and do it all again the next day.
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Did you stop and hug your child in the midst of all of this? Did you tell your husband that you love him? Did you thank your boss for buying your lunch? Did you smile at the man in the grocery store parking lot who is going into the store to buy groceries for only one since his wife just recently died? Did you notice the girl on the other side of the gas pump counting out coins to put gas in her car because she is down to nothing? Did you notice that one of the cars you cut off in traffic was a 15 year old girl just learning how to drive and was absolutely terrified driving in traffic? Did you know that the Mom that you and your friends were gossiping about just found out that she is dying of cancer and her kid just doesn't know how to handle it? Did you stop and witness to anyone? Did you share the love of Christ and what he has done for your life with anyone in the midst of your craziness?
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Isaiah 43:10 says "'You are my witnesses,' declares the Lord, 'and my servant whom I have chosen...'" It is so easy to get caught up in the every day hustle and bustle. I am the worlds worst about it. I lay down at night and begin to replay my day and I get so frustrated at myself and things I missed. One day my kids will be grown and on their own and I won't have that time to hug them whenever I want or sit up past bed time to talk about nonsense. I rush past people never stopping to think about what struggle they are having in their lives. I must remind myself time and time again that not only are my words a witness for Christ but so are my actions! He has chosen me and you to be his witness.
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Always remember....we are not just preparing ourselves for battle here on earth we are also preparing ourselves to worship him for eternity!
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