Perspective

I love our Sunday morning routine.  We drop the kids off at their church classes and then eat breakfast with Richard and Amanda before service begins.  It's so nice to relax, catch up with friends, and take in God's word to start off your day. 

This morning was rough, however.  Everyone was very tired and we were trying to get to church.  Hunter was cooperative, but Talan was not ready to get up.  After two late nights and no naps, he just wanted to sleep and be lazy. 

So, needless to say, trying to get out the door was rather difficult.  My oatmeal loving boy refused his breakfast and just sat at the table in a daze.  Every time we tried to coax him into getting ready, he would ignore, huff and puff, or scream at us.  Such a delightful way to start a morning!  He finally told us that he wanted something different for breakfast.  Being the great parents that we are, we bribed him and told him if he got dressed and started moving, he could have breakfast with us before church.

As we walked into church with only 5 minutes to spare before service, I quickly realized that the time that I look forward to every Sunday was going to look different today.  Not only would we not get our relaxing breakfast, but I would miss the worship music, my favorite part that helps me focus and get ready to take in the message.  Aaron could see I was getting flustered and took Hunter to his class and Talan with him to order the food.  As I sat down with Richard and Amanda explaining our crazy morning, I was able to reflect upon the morning.  I realized that this really was no big deal in the grand scheme of things.  It's okay if things don't go exactly as I want them and it's not worth ruining my day, and in turn, my family's.

Today's message was about family, leading by example, and instilling faith in our children ... Okay, I'm listening and understanding, God ... This was a great learning opportunity for Talan as he sat in service with us.  In fact, I think it was a good thing to see Aaron and I worship God, taking communion, praying, and listening to the message. 

On the way home, Aaron and I were discussing the morning and we both realized a lesson we have both learned these past couple of months. What would normally be a big deal (at least to me and my Type A personality), really doesn't matter.  We have a roof over our head, food on our table, three boys that we love dearly, family and friends that mean the world to us, and a Heavenly Father who made the biggest sacrifice for us.  What else could we ask for? 

We truly are blessed with so many great things.  So, when I start to lose my cool and get flustered, I'm really learning to stop and assess the situation.  Is this truly a big deal or am I making it a big deal?