Yesterday I worked a bit harder than usual. I think it
was mostly psychological, the same as when I exercise to earn the bowl of ice
cream, but then can't eat it for fear of having wasted all that time, energy,
and sweat. So I cleaned my entire kitchen, which had been quite filthy, I
vacuumed, I washed, folded, and put away laundry, I did some rearranging of my
tiny home to make it feel a bit larger, I read to my girls...basically, I did
many of the things that I spoke about in The Challenge a couple of days ago. And today, I
managed to wake up at six again, sore and happy. I read my Bible, prayed
my prayers, stretched my back, and now I'm readying myself for another day of
this blessed challenge called motherhood. Lord, prepare me. I am
weak, but He makes me strong. And now, it’s 6:43, and my sweet little
Adelaide is making her way down the stairs.
Someone’s going to have to teach her how to tell time.
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