Today, I turn 39.
but that’s not why I need prayer
Today, I will be flying to Boulder to spend the weekend at our family cabin with my beautiful daughter, my fantastic husband and two of our very dear friends.
but, even though you can pray for traveling mercies for us, that’s not really why I need prayer.
the reason I need prayer is this.
At 6 a.m., while I was re-packing my daughter’s diaper bag to make it easier to go through security……… I found myself SNARLING at the people who WILL be in line behind me, radiating impatience as I ineptly fumble my way through the juggling act that all parents go through while trying to get an infant through security.
Yes, it is a hassle. If you have never personally gone through it, you can have no idea. You can intellectually understand the process. But the sheer helplessness and frustration can not be conveyed.
Here is roughly how it goes:
You have to hold the baby (safely and securely!) while simultaneously removing your shoes and keys (place them in a plastic bin and place on conveyor belt). Then remove all formula from the diaper bag WITHOUT tipping it over or spilling the rest of its varied contents on the floor. Place diaper bag in separate plastic bin and place on conveyor belt. Then uncouple the car seat and car seat base from the stroller and fold the stroller. Hand them over to security…
Okay now how many hands do I have? and how many do I need? was anyone counting?
but really, I DO have a wonderful Hubby who will be with me through the whole thing. so why exactly do I need prayer?
did you notice back up a paragraph or two where I mentioned that I was already losing my temper with the poor hapless people behind me in the security line. They aren’t even in line yet. WE aren’t in line yet. Heck we aren’t even at the airport yet. Why oh why am I snarling at people who don’t exist?
I mean it is possible (remote, but possible) that there could be nothing but sweet, understanding parents behind me in the line this afternoon. There may be only understanding and admiration for my lovely daughter radiating from that mob…I mean crowd behind me.
But really, I’m not responsible for their attitudes.
I am however responsible for mine.
So please pray for me. Pray for my attitude as I go through security today. Pray that without saying a word I can somehow be a witness, a beacon of light, reflecting God’s peace.
It’s gonna take a lot of prayer. But we have a really big God.
and thank heaven HE is bigger than my temper.
Now at the risk of obliterating my point by smothering it in cuteness, here are some photos from this morning when we were feeding Ginny at my work. She is making the rounds of Emory today.