Let Me Be Singing When the Evening Comes

Yesterday, I planned a water balloon fight for my girls with some of the neighbor girls. It seemed like a good idea at the time. It's hot. We're at that point in the summer where the lack of routine is beginning to get to everyone. What I failed to consider was the excitement of waiting until 3 p.m. to have their water balloon fight would make it nearly impossible for me to work in the morning. I also failed to plan for the water balloons not to break when they threw them, leading our water balloon fight to degenerate into the girls using more force than expected to hurl them at each other. We ended up with tears and one child in timeout because she hit her sister (not with a balloon).

By the time my husband got home, I was done. What had started out as a promising, fun day ended with me just wanting 30 minutes of peace and quiet. Yet, we still had to go sit outside in 100-degree heat to watch my older daughter play soccer. I was grumpy in the car on the way there. You know how it goes, sitting in the front seat choosing to be silent instead of snapping the children's heads off.

On the way home from her game, the radio began playing one of my favorite songs: 10,000 Reasons by Matt Redman. If you haven't heard it, check it out below:  

As we listened, I was struck by these lyrics:

The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning It's time to sing Your song again Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me Let me be singing when the evening comes

Last night, and too many nights lately, I haven't been singing when the evening comes. I've been frustrated and tired. I've been crabby and not much fun to be around.

Spending all day, every day with my girls, trying to work from home when the girls want my attention, cleaning out our basement to get ready for a garage sale next weekend have all combined to make me one grumpy and songless mommy.

Last night I was reminded that no matter the circumstances, my joy comes from God. It's not found in checking all the items off my to-do list for the day. It's not found in having perfectly behaved, polite children. It's not found in having Prince Charming for a husband. My joy is found in knowing that God loves me enough to send His son to die for me. That joy never fades and is not dependent on my circumstances.

And that joy brings strength. Nehemiah 8:10 says "the joy of the Lord is your strength." When we let God's joy fill our hearts, we find we are strong enough to face whatever comes our way. We can have joy even when the kids are fighting, the laundry is piling up and the project at work seems like it will never get done.

So, my prayer today is that we'd all be singing when the evening comes -- no matter what the day brings.

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