day 15

2 Samuel 22:7
In my distress I called to the LORD; I called out to my God. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came to his ears.

Today was definately a cup half empty day for my poor little Wyatt, or so my mother in law would put it. He was so full of energy but lacking in listening skills.  At our home we have house rules, they are the rules of the road so that everyone is on the same page and accidents, spills, and lawlessness is held to a minimum.  Wyatt decided that he wanted to run with a screwdriver, hit his little brother on the head with a toy (luckily it was a soft toy), and argue with Jacob for ten minutes about wanting two cookies (one for each hand) instead of just one.  He wanted to live by his rules but as we all know he doesn't get to make the rules.  I think about how much Wyatt cried and whined today, it was "just one of those days" for him.  But many times he cried out my name, "mama."  All too often I find it easy to cry out to others in our time of stress and need; overlooking entirely that God is always the first one we should cry to.  For Wyatt he is two the only person he knows to cry out to is me, but I know better.  I know that as much as I love my husband, mom, or best friend they are not the #1 person I should go to.  Seeing Wyatt push his boundaries today was a firm reminder that I need to remember before anyone else hears my cry that it is God's desire to hear me bellow out my pleas, cries, and innermost thoughts.