I found a toy dinosaur in the bathroom sink yesterday. And tea party dishes in the shower. And a baby doll in the refrigerator. And a matchbox car in the sock drawer. And … if you're a mother, I know you can relate.
I started to complain to the kids – the normal, Pick up your toys. They don't belong here. etc.
God reminded me that someday they'll be grown and gone and my house will stay clean and everything in it's place and I'll miss the noise and the toys.
So instead of complaining, I thanked God for my children and asked him to help me enjoy them more.
(I left the dinosaur on the sink as a reminder.)