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Light & Momentary Troubles

Today I found myself reading 2 Corinthians 4:17 NIV, first in NIV and then in Msg, KJV, NLT, and AMP translations. Why so many translations? The words "light and momentary troubles" stood out to me and I wanted to know more.

Since my daughter was born and I began reading her baby Bible to her, a new thirst for God's Word has been awakened in me. I bought The Message version of the Bible then and started from the beginning in Genesis (I'm not done, stuck in Psalms). Now I like to compare the language and try to get a deeper understanding of what God is trying to communicate to me.

So today, I read those words in 2 Corinthians and I thought about the public meltdown my 3yo had leaving the gym this morning. All the strategic planning that goes into being able to do a workout class but also get my 2 young kids in and out of the building safely leaves me more mentally exhausted than physically. Then there is the deafening screaming and inability to solve for why or how to help resolve the crying and anger. Were these the type of "light and momentary troubles" that Paul was writing about?

I wanted to post the verse on social media but my daughter wanted to play pirates and she said that pirates don't have phones. So I stopped and focused on her. She is just a little demanding (written with a smile). I love her so much. Its all worth it. And do I really have anything to complain about?

I initially downplayed my role in my family as not being significant. I thought the verse could only apply to the spiritual troubles. I am no theologian but as the evening went on, I began to think that my "troubles" could apply.

Being a wife and mom is a way that I can connect with people. Without relationship, there is much less opportunity for spiritual truth to be revealed. Toby Mac's "Speak Life " and Hollyn's "Love With Your Life"  both popped into my head. We have to be authentic Christ followers and allow the Holy Spirit to work in and through us.

Tomorrow is a new day with new opportunities to practice being in the real world with my unpredictable but beautiful children. Its a time to practice love, kindness, compassion, gentleness, and humility.

Dear Father, Thank you for providing "my village" of support today. Thank you for allowing me to get back to the gym to enjoy a workout. Thank you for the patience to get through the difficult moments with the kids. Thank you for the hugs, playing pirates and hairstylist, and the joy they give me. Help me to continue to see the value in being a wife and a mom. I'm so privileged to be able to have this time with them and to live unashamed of what You did through Jesus on the cross. In Your Name, Amen.

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