My Mother's day.

On Mother's day, my husband Peter woke the kids up early, and they all got to work cleaning the upstairs. Before that day, it. was. a. mess. Oh my goodness. I couldn't even go up there with out feeling like I was going to suffocate. It was months on top of months of mess, which is seriously problematic, as our school room is up there : / Anyways, I had been huffing and puffing, and hemming and hawing about it for weeks, and probably laying on the guilt pretty thick. My sweet and thoughtful husband had planned to surprise me by having him and the kids clean it all up before I even got up in the morning. Of course, as is typical of me, I had a tantrum the night before about how much I had to do in this darn house, and how many messes I have to clean up all by myself! And Peter, with his selfless and calm nature pulled me aside to tell me that he and the kids wanted to surprise me with a clean upstairs on Mother's day, but maybe, based on my current mood at the time, its better for me to know now so I don't keep flipping out. The kids still thought it was going to be a surprise. And to be honest, it still was. When I went up there, it was perfectly and meticulously clean. They really did put a lot of effort into getting it looking nice. They even vacuumed! On top of that, the kids had made a pillow for me. They sewed and decorated it all by themselves. I was extremely touched by their thoughtfulness and the work they put in to make me feel loved. I surely did feel their love very tangibly.

Mothers certainly are blessings in the lives of their families, but truly, I am the one who is blessed by these lovely people. God shows His love for His people in so many ways, but if I ever begin to doubt His love for me, all I need to do is take a step back and look at this family He has given me. They are my gift, and the sign of God's love for me. I am entirely unworthy... but I guess that is how God's gifts go :)