The Joy was NOT down in my heart

You know the song that says, “I've got the Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy down in my heart!  Where?  Down in my heart!  Where?  Down in my heart!”  You get my drift.  I did NOT have the Joy in my heart this morning.  I’m sorry, but I feel the need to let my feelings run free for a moment.  Sunday mornings at the Lamar household are not fun.  Why?  Well, trying to get 4 people dressed for church and looking presentable is a difficult task.  This morning was even worse.  My alarm went off at 6:00 A.M. and I felt like I had been run over by a boat and hit in the head with a skillet.  I could have something to do with the stomach bug that attacked this week, or that Ford needed to sleep in our bed around 3:45 AM.  Who knows, but I was tired.  So I got up and went across the hall to sleep in his bed for 30 minutes!!!  Peace…alone time… small bed, but it worked! 

Well, I got up at 6:30ish, showered, dried my hair, put on my war paint, and then the family woke up.  The boys needed to be fed, bathed, and dressed.  The Representative likes to sit in our front living room and sip his coffee while reading in a quiet environment every Sunday morning.  I was trying to cook a casserole for our Sunday school class and cut 120 biscuits into fourths to make monkey bread for the youth.  All the while John Brantley is trying to find Dum-Dum suckers in my purse from the tellers at the bank, and I am chasing him down trying to get the stickiness away from him.  Then not even 2 minutes later Ford is screaming that John Brantley is spraying my perfume everywhere only to find out that it’s my hairspray.  When it’s time for shoes I notice that Bitty’s outfit has not one but TWO holes in it.  I swear I wanted to scream every dirty word in the book, throw my hands up and yell “I SURRENDER”, but I didn't.  I just stomped through the house loud enough for Trey to hear my aggravation at 9:40 AM when he hasn't showered and church starts at 9:45!!!!!!!! 

Then I started feeling guilty.  It’s Sunday.  I need to be getting my heart and mind right for worship and then I get mad and say the Devil is having a heyday with me since I am in such a foul mood.  Luckily we got to church at 10:10 (late EVERY SINGLE WEEK) –Trey’s fault…. And by the time I had climbed all the stairs to our Sunday school room I was hot and huffing and puffing.  But the message from our preacher was great and it really spoke to Trey and me.  But, there are no promises that next Sunday will be any better.  The mornings are just stressful.

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