A life like Snow White

Woke up this morning to my son whispering to me "Mommy the sun is up! Don't you wanna get up with me?" "No sweetie you and sisi had me up all night" "BUT mommy you are like me remember? A Morning person!" ooohhh the guilt! So I sat up, grabbed my glasses, remote and phone. And turned on the weather, and checked Facebook, when I scrolled through this is what i came across:

"Still so tired. Sun is pouring into my room. Birds are singing. I know I should be snow white and sing a little happy song with them but I really feel like Fiona. I wanna sing a little tune il the bird pops so I can go back to sleep. Not a morning person lol" (SOURCE: Jennifer Salefske my sister)

And it made me think of Snow White, she always was happy, always singing even after having to clean up after 7 MEN! WOW she's got me beat, I have 2 boys to clean up and I DON'T SING while cleaning the bath room! How many of us do?

But what if we tried to live our life like Snow White, a live life without complaining? Sing a little song because of what we have been given... I am definitely going to try! But here's my favorite poem I found that is very eye opening poem.

THANK YOU

Dear Lord, Your Word says ‘don’t complain’; I know that this is true.

But when it comes to housework or chores I don’t want to do,

It’s easy to resent the things to which I must give time.

“Taking up my cross” isn’t always what I have in mind.

But Lord, you have been teaching me to see the way You see,

To realize that my household tasks are blessings You gave me.

And so, I choose to give You thanks for all I have to do,

Knowing that the privilege of doing it’s from You.

Thank You for the laundry dropped in piles upon the floor,

And for the dirty pairs of shoes left right inside the door.

Thank You for the shirts and socks and coats flung everywhere,

For OxiClean and Shout and Tide—it means we’ve clothes to wear.

Dirty cups and dishes clutter countertops and sink.

I sure hope no one’s hungry; I hope no one needs a drink.

If it could all just wash itself, it would be such a treat.

But thanks for dirty dishes, too—it means we’ve food to eat.

Thank You for the sink and floor and toilet I must scrub,

And for my nice, hot shower; and I won’t leave out the tub.

Thank You for the mirror and wet towels I know are coming.

I’m grateful for this bathroom; it means we’ve indoor plumbing.

The messiness of games and toys and books covers our floors.

And did I mention dolls and blocks and drawings taped on doors?

Sometimes, I think I’ve seen my fill of Hot Wheels, Legos, bibs.

But thank You for this chaos—it means I have four kids.

My front yard isn’t landscaped.  It isn’t even mown.

It’s filled with plastic toys and shovels—things that aren’t my own.

It sure won’t win “Yard of the Month”, but I don’t need that anyway.

I thank You for my lived-in yard—my kids have space to play.

There’s so much work I must get done.  I do it all, and then

An hour later, it’s a mess, and must be done again.

But Lord, I thank You for the time that I can’t call my own,

The time spent serving others.  It means I have a home.

Forgive me, Lord, for asking You for blessings great and small,

Then complaining when I have to clean or take care of them all.

Oh, Lord, the very fact that I always have much to do

Is not a cause for bitterness, but for giving thanks to You.

I see that every chore I have to do reflects Your grace

In blessing me with earthly things until I see Your face.

May I do my work with gratitude for the opportunity,

Seeing in it a chance for joy, and not mere drudgery.

My heart responds in thankfulness for all that You have given.

I’ll serve You by taking care of it ’til You call me to heaven.

Help me serve in such a way that the whole world sees Your dear Son

In my heart and hands and words and work, that to Him, they be won.

Source:  Manna for Moms