Monday, August 29, 2011

It Smells Like Baby Powder

The bathroom door was shut, normally this is a good thing. Not when a two year old is behind that door. When my artistic daughter checked on the questionable two year old a minute later, there was baby powder everywhere.

Our attention had been diverted to other things like preparing lunch for this active group to eat. My older two were trying to get school work done, and it was thought that maybe just this once for a minute the bathroom door could be closed.

It's amazing what can happen in a minute, I should have listened to that voice "it's not good for the door to be closed." Instead I kept an eye on the grilled cheese. Instead of the grilled cheese burning, I got to clean up half a bottle of baby powder.

Why do I sometimes ignore that voice? Is it because other things seem more important at the time?  If I had paid attention and done what I was being prompted to do, the time out and the clean up could have been avoided.

Next time I will try to follow the voice of the Lord, and hopefully my day will be brighter and less powdery.

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