This is a post about thankfulness.
In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
~ 1 Tessalonians 5:18
Thankfulness. Silver linings. Upshots.
Consider these examples:
The upshot of having a temper tantrum that involves throwing a (cast iron) frying pan forcefully into the sink while making breakfast?? (1) Your kids are a little bit afraid of you and so they play quietly together in another room all morning long. (2) Getting to model repentance to your kids. Again.
The upshot of an entire (Costco-sized) jar of jam shattered across the main room floor?? Finally getting to thoroughly scrub the floors and baseboards like you’ve been meaning to.
The upshot of putting your baby wearing a cloth diaper only (no cover) in his high chair, then half an hour later taking him out and thinking, “Hmmm…look at all the sweet potato on the high chair, and the floor, and his legs…I only gave him coconut oil on a spoon for lunch…I wonder where he got all that sweet potato…did I forget to wipe up last night?…Oh, wait…that’s not sweet potato….it’s POOP!“?? Okay, um, not so sure about an upshot for this one. That my baby has a healthy digestive system? That I have a high chair for my baby? That God promises to continue working out my sanctification??
The upshot of all of these things happening in a single morning, “The Morning from Hell” as I texted my friend?? Getting to skip church and stay at home in your pajamas and play with the kids. Sometimes, even the pastor’s wife needs to skip church.
(Not to be down on going to church. I used to love church. But currently “going to church” for me means accompanying Abram in his 2-year-old Chinese Sunday school class, followed by “Big People Worship” with our English church where I spend my time praying that my kids don’t rip hymnals or yell or scream or make other such ruckus, especially during silent confession prayer time, followed by showing a Christian cartoon like Veggie Tales or Hermie and Wormie to 5-10 two to six year olds, with the added bonus of being out of the house with my three kids for five hours straight, missed naps and irregular meals. So, yes, getting to skip church is an upshot. Can I get an “Amen” from the other mommas out there?)
Finding the upshots. Sometimes, it’s the glue that keeps the day together.