There was a Moth...

... fluttering around my living room. At first it spun in circles in mid-air before it went for the TV.

Mothy slapped at the television for a moment then toppled down toward to the DVR lights on a lower shelf, possibly suffering from static shock. It then proceeded to aim for the lamp directly above my head. At that point Booger caught sight of it and proceeded to bat at the flappy-flappy (her word not mine) until she succeeded in catching and eating it.

Poor moth.

Good kitty.

Now, if I were really talented I would relate this lame tale of a moths short existence to some trial of life and draw a beautiful, poignant conclusion that would move you to tears...

And if I were really, really talented I would make you think I had nothin', but then pull something out of my hat...

I don't wear hats. :-p

Occasionally, I feel as if life is just whizzing by. The kids are screaming, the dog is barfing, the phone is ringing. I am fluttering about sort of aimlessly between tasks. Breakfast, school, lunch, nap, dinner, bed...

I know my final destination is the main source of light in the darkness but in the meantime I haphazardly allow myself to get side tracked by lesser lights, distractive flickers, and occasionally I get zapped.

Being a supermom (which is any mom who remains conscience for the majority of the day) I recover quickly and refocus. I aim toward the light. However, instead of landing safely on the lamp shade to bask in the glow, I flappy-flappy indecisively until something lunges out of the darkness and consumes me for good.

OK, I am being a little mellow-dramatic, but there are times when my spiritual walk suffers at the paws of life batting at me. Some days I'm golden... I find my spot on the wall, rest my tired wings, and let The Light warm me through. Other days, I'm cat chow.

I am not doubting my salvation, and I am not doubting my relationship with Christ. Just longing for a time when the distractive flickers are fewer and I can rest in the glow of my Savior's love without hearing the screams in the background because one child breathing anothers air.

They feast on the abundance of your house;
you give them drink from your river of delights.

For with you is the fountain of life;
in your light we see light.

Continue your love to those who know you,
your righteousness to the upright in heart.

Psa 36:9

P.S. And to all those little old ladies I meet in line at the grocery store, I AM enjoying every minute, as much as humanly possible, because I know these days are fleeting and we will never get them back.