When all the flowers in the vases have been dead for a week;

When dirty dishes fill the sink and cover the countertops,

And I can’t see the floor;

When I’m wiping handprints off the wall for the fifth time that day;

And the mountains of dirty laundry blocks off my bedroom door,

I will praise The Lord.

 

When the day is done, and I haven’t eaten a single meal;

When I haven’t found the chance to use the restroom all day,

And my coffee is cold;

When I am running twenty minutes late yet again today;

And my day, my week, my year has not fit my determined mold,

I will praise the Lord.

When my toddler places a large, living black bug in my hand;

When the month old birthday balloon is caught in the ceiling fan,

And the poopy diaper tore;

When my two-year-old is rolling all of our balls down the street;

And boxes of cereal have been dumped all over the floor,

I will praise The Lord.

 

When all of the kids are crying and screaming at the same time;

When I feel like I’m the only one whose kids behave this way,

And one just hit again;

When someone cannot find their shoes, coat, toy, hat, book-bag, or glove;

And the noise is so loud my head feels like it is caving in,

I will praise The Lord.

When I am greatly tempted to entertain thoughts of escape;

When I fear that my best is never going to be enough,

And I just want to cry;

When I have lost my way and can’t tell the ceiling from the floor;

When life doesn’t feel beautiful and I can’t tell that’s a lie,

I will praise The Lord.

 

And in those sweet moments when life goes as smoothly as I planned;

When a tear stained cheek finds comfort in my arms and lies so small,

and peaceful upon me;

When those soft, small hands reach up and lovingly embrace my neck;

And a tiny voice whispers, “I love you, Mommy”,

I will praise the Lord.

 

“I will praise the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.” – Psalm 146:2