After a move across the state, I petitioned the Lord last night for my children. That in their new school they would find favor. Would exhibit wisdom. Would make appropriate friends. Etc. etc. And I finished the prayer with my desire that I would use my free time in the day to build my relationship with Charming, reading to him, playing with him on his terms, rather than using the electronic babysitter so that I could "get something done" while the older kids were away.
Charming started this morning at 4:30. So while I'm frustrated and sleep deprived and trying to get my older kids off to school in a pleasant manner for their first day in a new school, Charming wants to be held, and cuddled, and held, and rocked, and held. Which is all well and good AFTER the kids are off to school and not so much fun when I need two hands.
In my exasperation, I complained to Hubs, "I KNEW better than to pray! You ask God for something and He answers in the most annoying way POSSIBLE! (complain, complain complain....rant for a few minutes....complain, explain what happened).
Tired of my rant, Charming, who is in my arms at this point (surprise, surprise), grabs my face and turns me to look at him and says, "Mommy, God is good, not bad."