For some reason I have misplaced my patience.  I can't seem to find it anywhere.  I looked under the mounting pile of laundry, ransacked thru all the toys, checked the trash just in case one of my children put it in there, but still no luck.  So I just had to ask God for some more.  I ask Him every morning before I get out of bed to please give me patience throughout the day.  Today started like any other day.  Spend some time with God, read a little from my devotionals and head out of my room to train up my children in the way they should go, be a keeper of the home, and instill a little education into my little ones. 

It does not take long until someone is complaining about chores, another whining that "she took my toy", and the other singing in her loudest voice "daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy...."  I love my quiet mornings and wish they lasted a bit longer.  I wish my house was more organized and clean.....maybe I need a chore chart?  I also do not want to hear the dreaded question of the day....."What is for dinner?"  OK, OK, I can do this!  Get a better grip on our life, our home and our vision for our family.  Oh, help me Lord.