I already feel stuck.
I thought I wouldn't feel it for at least another year or more.
But, it's here. Routine. Ordinary. Monotony. The same thing. Repeated. Every. Single. Day.
I read these beautiful blogs written by other women... I mean - wow. They write about finding the glorious in the mundane. Sounds surreal to me, as I live in the nursery with a teething baby and dirty diapers.
I look around and wonder if the room is getting smaller. These walls just might be caving in. Maybe.
This pastel-colored nursery appears dismal at times. You know...
It's me. My mind is playing games. Halt. How do I quit this game?
Easy. I start giving thanks. And with each thing, I start climbing the ladder back up. Out of this pit. I am putting my attitude of gratitude back on. How did it come off? I must guard it more carefully. Feed the Spirit.
As I rise, the nursery looks brighter. And bigger. More spacious.
A smile creeps up. My breathing becomes more rhythmic.
And, I find it! The glorious in the mundane. By pouring out my thankful heart, I am inviting the Glorious One into my mundane life.
There is poetry in these walls. I see beauty. And grace. I want to dance.
Thank You, Lifter of my Head, my Countenance-Reformer!