Morning at the Museum

"Oh what a day."

After my husband tried, mercilessly I might add, to peel me from the wondrous comfort of my bed, I embarked on a mommy journey to the museum with my son and eldest niece. We were on a wild expedition to find dinosaurs. I took the opportunity to hop in my DeLorean and go back to the future. I became one of the kids. I became an exuberant 3 year old who majestically took in each and every Paleozoic wonder.

I can't remember the last time I just let go like that. I mean, stopped being an adult for five minutes and to really embrace the wonders of God's creation for what it is, not scientific discoveries persae, but totally AWESOME fellow creations of God.

I ran through the museum, not following the kiddos but literally with the kiddos following me. I was so excited to just be excited. I wanted to see every exhibit, touch every tooth on display, I even for a minute (just a brief second really) considered climbing in the dino exhibit to try and find a way to "Hi ho Silver" myself into the Land Before Time. Seriously though, this was for just a second before I yanked my kid out of there. The security guard, who was way older than Ben Stiller, yet still "old man cute", had begun to give us the so-called "stink eye" so I thought it best to put aside my dino-girl ambitions and move on to the Native American exhibit.

What's the point? Not really sure, other than that it was such a beautiful morning of freedom. And the most amazing part is that I got a disappointing phone call (let me just say I'm not one to complain, but its been a rather disappointing week) just before entering the museum. The old, not God transformed me would have fallen into a miserable state of depression and took myself back home throwing the kids in front of a movie while I obsessed pathetically over my uncontrollable life. Great news though, God is amazing. Really having faith in God has overcome these limb numbing moments. Did I want to cry? Yes. Did I want to throw my hands up with the towel? You bet. What I did do was call my accountability friend, told her the solid un-exaggerated facts and got her wisdom and encouragement. I knew God was continuing to encourage me through her love and care. She didn't tell me to wallow, she didn't feed my frustration, she just offered me love, Godly wisdom and friendship. In the end, having the strength to turn "UP" the other cheek to this world and persevere, gave me the freedom to enjoy the blessings God has given me, like these amazing kids. What could have ruined the day didn't because I chose not to give it the power to control me. I chose to let God have the power. I let the transformation in me shine through and I'm a better woman for it today.

When we got home from the museum, I took the kids, the dog (we got a new dog - a beagle) and my fluffy self and walked to the park for a very hot but fun afternoon at play. I came home, sent the kids with the hubby and enjoyed the entire book of Hebrews. The world is so much sweeter when you desire a faithful and committed relationship with God. Spend time with God, love God, serve God, trust God, put your hope and faith in God ... and watch God transform your life. Let your inner child of God run free, run with excitement, run with pure joy and run without a care in the world because your cares are in God's hands.