Eternal Perspective

Happy 80th Birthday Grandma!

• The last month to 6 weeks have simply not been easy. I've joked about Groundhog Poo before, but the truth of the matter is that dealing with poo on such a regular basis is really starting to wear on my moral. Between potty training and leaky diapers, I'm constantly wondering what God is wanting me to learn from all this. Add an overflowing toilet on my birthday and I all but felt defeated.
• That said I LOVE being home with my girls and revel in the opportunity to share these quickly fleating days with them. Even when I feel I need a break, it's really not from them and it's hard to tear myself away. So I'm left to wonder over and over again, how these accidents can happen so often and what I could do to have a better attitude about it. But just trying to see the bright side of things only seemed to make things worse when the inevitable disaster occurred.
• This past Sunday at church our pastor used the analogy of his now well fed and spoiled former farm cat that no longer has any desire to chase mice to emphasize the point that as Christians our treasure is in heaven not here. That cat wouldn't chase mice because he knew he had a good meal waiting for him in the house. That's where his treasure was. I've frequetly thought how things like obsessing over my house (not the home, but the house itself) have kept me from focusing on storing treasure in heaven, whether that is teaching my girls or opening my home, etc.
• How that relates to poo is the perspective. Before thinking this through today, I thought maybe I might only be learning to love more by taking care of my girls in all their poo glory. I'm sure my Grandma took care of a whole lot worse as she nursed my Grandpa during his many years of illness. I know she's not perfect, but she's always been a great testament of love to me personally. Then I got to thinking of my Great Grandma and how grateful I was that she loved and nursed a little preemie baby girl so that I would have an incredible Grandma. From what I've heard about her, I'm sure she didn't consider her tasks noteworthy and yet I'm still reaping the benefit 80 years later. It definitely gives me a little more motivation to think about the long term perspective and in light of eternity the poo REALLY doesn't matter.