It's only naptime and I'm pooped-mentally and physically. Yet, at the same time peaceful. Odd bed-fellows after the strife, disobedience, anger, frustration, etc. that filled the first third of the day. Biblical child training is quite a workout! Shame we don't end up with toned muscles as a bonus for all the hard work  The sheer amount of prayer seems to both exhaust and refresh me at the same time. Exhausting as I'm pleading for wisdom, words, change in my children's hearts-not to mention energy just to make it until naptime; refreshing as I'm reminded that God is completely in control of the final outcome, the fruit of my labor when the girls are grown. Praise God I don't have to shoulder that burden!

But, I have to say-why does the sanctification process have to include cat mess where it most certainly should NOT be, mutiple spills and bookoos of mess on my fresh clean floor, and a 2 year old that's way too good at finding a way to climb and get what she wants, oh so stealthily?!

Part of how I imagine Heaven is that it is self-cleaning, and with no home-improvement projects half-finished until the next time I'm alone in the house. I mean, come on! Streets of gold? And a place of eternal rest? Sounds self-cleaning to me!