We were sitting at the breakfast table several months ago and I bemoaned to Brian that this was going to be a rough day. The kids were tired and cranky and the day seemed to hold nothing but endless corrections.
I was ready to give up before I even started.
I was none too thrilled when Brian responded that, yes, I probably would. “Thanks for the encouragement!” I failed to notice he was semi-joking, and then he laughed and said, “well if you’re thinking like that before the day even starts, than, yes, you are going to have a bad day”
Yikes. He was so right.
How our day goes really has a lot to do with my perspective.
I can see the mess we made.
Or I can revel in the variety of personalities God has created in my little family.
I can see the the endless amounts of dishes.
I can see the failed ideals.
Or I can see the ways to make my reality work for our family.
I can see the the effects of a very busy 16 month old.
I can complain.
Or I can give thanks.
Some days go smoothly with my littles, and some days are rough. And you know the funny thing? The biggest factor in how my day goes depends on me. On my attitude, my perspective, and my focus.
When my kids are grumpy and I respond grumpy, we all just get grumpier. When my kids have bad attitudes and I respond with a bad attitude, we all just spiral into worse attitudes. When my kids are negative, and I respond negatively, negativity persists.
Treat a man as he appears to be, and you make him worse. But treat a man as if he were what he potentially could be, and you make him what he should be. ~Goethe
I can change a whole day around with my own cheerful spirit. Those grumpy days? They are often feeding on me. Or at least I am not helping them change.
I can’t change circumstances and attitudes of others (even my children!), but with God’s help I can change myself.
When we are having a rough day, or a series of rough days, I usually don’t have to look to far to realize I’ve been feeding it. All of us are sinners, but I have the spirit in me to help me change. And each day I must make a choice to have the right kind of perspective.
And when my perspective changes, inevitably the perspective of those in my home change.
Today, I’m choosing to see the beauty in the mess. I’m choosing to let God infuse love, joy, and peace in my words and attitudes no matter what kind of spirits others have around me.
“The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace…” ~Gal. 5.22
Have you seen the power of your own spirit change the entire house?