I trim hair and I stink (figuratively)

This morning, after a couple sips of coffee, I felt I definitely had the energy/patience to trim the girls' hair. I had actually tried to put layers in Riley's hair the day before and it looked pretty bad, so I was undoing that attempt. Kate, of course, was at my side dusting the stray hair from the stool and dragging her feet through it. She is snotty/fussy/clingy, so by the end of the trim she had placed herself between the trimmer and the trim-ee, snot and all. When you mix snot and hair it is a very sad situation for the one with the snot. Poor Kate.

I chopped off Claire's hair too...

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Well, the women's conference was great. The passage covered was Zephaniah 3:17:


"The Lord your God is with you. He is mighty to save. The Lord will take great delight in you. He will quiet you with His love. He will rejoice over you with singing."

The part where He will rejoice over me with singing is just plain hard for me to believe. I was reminded of how real the lies of Satan are. I listen to them every day. I was challenged to "try the spirits" and really meditate on the truth daily to avoid believing the lies of the devil.

I came away very nourished and excited.
I came home just in time for Nathan to get sick so I could practice believing those truths in spite of the environment and circumstances. I was actually excited. I missed my kids and my husband so I pat his head and let him watch football while I gave the kids dinner, played with and loved on the them. Oh, it was great.

Then Sunday rolled around and he was still sick and football came on again (I really despise football, by the way) and kids were sick of being in the house, and their grumpiness made me grumpy and my grumpiness made them grumpy. And I remembered how excited I was the day before and grew very down on myself because of how quickly I failed after getting home. I had already forgotten to let His love quiet me because He was "with me" and that He is "mighty to save" even in these little things, and I certainly didn't believe He would ever "rejoice over me with singing", because I just plain stink.

Then I remembered what a friend said once when I was talking to her about how discouraging my badness is to me and that I just can't seem to be fixed. She said she didn't think the point was to get better or be fixed, but to be more aware of that badness and trust that He does love me in spite of it, and to rejoice in that instead of my "righteousness." I'm pretty much a pharisee.
We were given cards with the Zephaniah verse on them, so I've just put them everywhere. I need it pounded into my head. So just any time you see me, you're welcome to agree with me that I stink and then remind me of His love for me.