Pretzel Picnics.

It's when I'm sweeping, dusting, and scrubbing that the Lord speaks to me most. It's also when I need Him most. I clean not just out of habit, and a desire for a nice, clean home, but I also clean when I am overwhelmed. When life seems like it's spinning out of control, I start to control the one thing I can- the cleanliness of my home.

With a toddler, and a strong-willed one at that, life is constantly spinning out of control. Emotions change on a dime. The transition from baby to child is often treacherous for the soul. And in the middle of it all, you find out that one little person has the capabilities to wreck all you thought you could "control" in an instant.

That was the case this morning. After finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel of cleaning and purging, my sweet little Star, ran into the kitchen, grabbed her beloved pretzels, and proceeded to spill them all over the kitchen floor. At first I wanted to react out of anger. It was just another thing to clean up. But as I looked in her big blue green eyes, I saw a child that simply wanted to show some independence.

As I looked deeper, the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart.

There is a war raging in this home. It can't be seen or heard, but it is a war of eternal consequence. The enemy in this war is ruthless. He is evil. And he longs for that which is innocent and pure. He wants victory over hearts that have yet been covered by the blood of Jesus, and he will use any means to get them.

But there is hope. For perhaps one of the greatest obstacles in his victory over her heart, is me. I stand in the middle of this war determining which way the battles sway in my home. When I give in to anger, neglect, and frustration, he gains ground. When my words don't edify, and my voice is raised, he laughs knowing his evil plan is working. But, when I choose to laugh instead of chastise. When I calmly redirect instead of yelling. When I pray before I speak out of anger. The enemy retreats. He cannot remain where there is Light.

So today, when I watched the tiny salt granules hit the floor as the tiny twists of flour bounced each direction, I chose peace and calm over heated reaction. I looked at my daughter, half surprised by what she had done, and half proud and I laughed. This moment wasn't the moment for teaching and discipline- there will be plenty of moments for that. This moment was meant for pretzel picnics on the floor. It was a moment of her finding rest and reassurance in my heart, not shame. It was a moment where the enemy had to retreat because anger has no place in this home. It was a moment of victory for Grace.

Mama, hear me out- you are perhaps the greatest obstacle for the enemy's advancement in your home. You are a warrior. Fight hard against his attacks. Fight against anger. Fight against comparison. Fight against ungodly reactions. And fight for Joy. Fight for Peace. Fight for Truth. Let grace abound in your home and in your heart.

Give pretzel picnics a try, they just might change your life.


The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy;

I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. John 10:10