Musing on things that are not easy for me.

Musing on things that are not easy for me.

They look so harmless.

I never lose my cool.

I always have peace — well, except when I gouge my lower shin on the open drawer of a solid cherry chest in my son’s room like just happened 10 minutes ago.

Of course all that is a lie. (Not the shin gouging. Unfortunately, that was very real.)

But I am convinced all of us can do better and have more fulfilling lives — even me.

Saturday, I was listening to a podcast of Joyce Meyer while cleaning and doing laundry, thinking evil, self-pitying thoughts of why am I sitting here doing laundry on a Saturday.

The podcast was a series entitled “Calm, Cool and Collected.”

I was listening, learning and thinking this is me, I can do this. I can chose to be calm and choose peace rather than chaos — when WWIII broke out in my son’s room over a Silly Bandz.

Seems a trade had been made over a monkey and the trader wanted it back.

I had to hit pause on Calm, Cool and Collected, insert myself, pry them apart, pray for Solomon’s wisdom on the monkey situation. Give the monkey back to its original neck and listen to the offended party scream in their room for a half and hour.

I choose to be calm. I choose to be calm. I choose to be calm. I choose to be calm. I choose to be calm. I choose to be calm.

I chose to believe that as a believer I don’t have to be overcome; I can overcome.

I like it when everything goes my way. My house, my time, my peace.

“But it’s not going to.” —  That was Joyce.  “Things are not always going to go your way —  for even one day in your life.”

Does it get easier? She said it does if we anticipate battles and be prepared with a response when temptation comes.

I anticipate my children fighting to the death over monkey Silly Bandz.

I feel very calm right now. But now’s there is not a problem.

That’s the problem.