The other day I had three baking projects going in the kitchen. For some unknown reason, I decided to work on all three projects simultaneously. So, as I am working frantically in the kitchen, Abby comes up to ask of me her favorite question, "Do?" Thankfully, I had just unpacked groceries, transferred the new oatmeal into a plastic container, and had the empty oatmeal canister on the counter. Or, I should say, the empty oatmeal canister was buried under a few layers on the kitchen counter, because, as you know, I had three baking projects going.
|Then she proceeded to unload the knives...|
|...and re-load the knives. Look how fast her hand is moving. You should have seen how fast I was moving in the kitchen.|
Pretty soon, Eli wanted to get in on the action and I was even able to scrounge up two more oatmeal canisters. I KNEW they would come in handy for something.
|With the addition of more knives, Star Wars Lego Guys, and some plastic cups, I had some happily entertained kiddos.|
It is in moments like these that I know God provides for me in the very basic and mundane times of my day. I needed to work in the kitchen. I had kids that needed something to do. In His graciousness to me, God brought to mind this activity, which I had seen sometime in the past, somewhere out there in Mommy Blog-land. Divine timing for a tired mom with lots to do. My kids even played long enough for me to clean my disaster of a kitchen. That, is what this mom calls a miracle...a miracle wrapped up beautifully in an oatmeal canister.