| | Hormones and a Stinky-Mom DayMy subscribers are dropping like flies. Do I care? Not so much. I can't produce anything under this kind of pressure, people! . . . O.K. so maybe I care a little. Pook's 1 yr molars are giving him (and therefore me) all manner of heck. I guess being the world's worst teether is is compensation for being an easy-going guy, who usually sleeps a ton. Last night, I couldn't get him to sleep until 11:30. So uncool. Then he, who usually needs to be wakened at 9-something, to keep from sleeping the day away, woke up a little before 7. I was kind of a basket-case by 10 or so this morning. I keep thinking about the verse that says, "Don't be drunk with wine, but be filled with the Holy Spirit." I've always been taught that this verse is about not being controlled by outside forces. As believers we want to be controlled by the indwelling power of the Holy Spirit. So here's my thought: How do I avoid being controlled by the internal forces of my hormones? I'm totally serious; I'm not being flippant. Sometimes you KNOW your reactions to things are being influenced by these internal-body-forces. This is one of those times. And even as I ask the question, I know that there is a battle to be waged, not against my physical body or my weepiness, but against my sin. There is always the pull of the sinful flesh, right? Maybe the hormones are a good, concrete picture of that. I totally take this concept for granted. I'm hanging out in the grass, on the sidelines, while the battle is raging. Frankly, I'm tired, and my shield is too heavy. So I sit and pick dandelions. I think of Paul, who longed to be free from his flesh, "this body of death." This was actually a form of torture, that the Romans used. A person would be chained to a dead body (the body of death), and eventually the deadness would creep over and infect the person who was chained to it. Gross, huh? That is a pretty vivid picture of how Paul views sin. How I should view sin. I don't think I usually take it that seriously. And when I do, I get bogged down in feeling like a sucky Mom, instead of allowing my weakness to point me to Christ and His perfection. So today, I'm reminding myself that Jesus is my good Shepherd. That my name is written on the palm of His hand. That HE is the resurrection and the life. That His strength is made perfect in weakness. And that all of these things are no less true on the stinky-Mom days. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- P.S. Thankfully, I have Monday night prayer group with my girlfriends tonight. Papa Bear laughs at how long we "pray." We actually talk and share and commiserate (and sometimes eat brownies) for the first hour and a half or so. We probably pray for eachother for 10 or 15 minutes. But I can't tell you how much it means to me to have people to share with, who are 'in the same boat,' so to speak. |
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