hitting the reset button

Some mornings, I roll out of bed and dress in the dark before stumbling to my car through the frozen, wet yard. Most mornings, I wake up with a headache. Every morning, I wake up with a stuffy nose. The weather and the day’s plans frequently direct my mood. I’m absolutely a morning person but basically, I’m a ticking time bomb when the sun comes up. 

One of the things I’m working on these days is this idea that I can start over at any time. His mercies are new every morning, and my mood can be made new every hour if need be. We put our toddlers in time out and tell our tweens to separate and cool off, in order to help our kids learn to reset their focus and attitude. We used to shout, “Reset button! Hit your reset button!” Why can’t I lead by example?

Lately, Chris has been bringing me iced coffee or breakfast in bed. I guess it’s one of the perks of having a bedroom downstairs. Maybe it’s one of the perks of being a type-A personality and living in a house full of unpacked boxes? It seems as though he’s always trying to smooth my nerves, and I don’t have the heart to tell them they’re not frayed. I could live in this boxed-up house forever a few more weeks. I’m just so honored by the way he serves me. 

I’ve been using these moments (and our Lent calendar from Naptime Diaries) to hit my reset button and set my mind on things above, even when it’s only eight in the morning and my kids are still in bed. You gotta start somewhere, right?