Have you ever wondered just how much more you could take? I mean, have there been times in your life when everything just seemed to keep going wrong and you couldn’t catch a break? I believe Murphy stated that, “Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.” I have often fallen into that thought pattern as I am attempting to raise two young boys. Let me explain. If it’s possible to undo something that needs to stay done, my youngest son can do it. In fact, he’s pretty darn good at unlocking things that should stay locked, dumping things that shouldn’t be dumped, submerging things that should stay dry and well, you get the picture. One afternoon he escaped out the garage door. Within a minute of his sneaky getaway, I found him. And while I was relieved to see that he was alive when I laid eyes on him, my heart sank. He’d successfully dumped a half a bottle of Dawn dishwashing liquid into our pond. No big deal, right? Wrong. We have a circulating pump in our pond. Just like you don’t add soap to a jacuzzi bath tub, you don’t add it to a pond with a circulating pump either. Bubbles were everywhere. And when I say everywhere, I tell you no lie. My son was thrilled at his masterpiece and was screaming, “Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles! Wook at da bubbles, Mommy!” Oh, I was looking alright. In fact, there were so many bubbles that our pump burned up and our fish died. That particular day things just seemed to go awry with the culmination of the “bubbles in the pond.” I couldn’t catch a break if I’d had baseball training. It was just one of those days. My husband immediately came home from work to help me salvage this disaster. No such luck. As I was scooping 15 lifeless fish bodies from our drained pond, I tried to hide my tears. However, the mascara lines that were streaming down my cheeks had to be a dead giveaway. Chris looked up at me with a half grin on his face and asked, “What’s the matter?” “I don’t even know why God gave me children,” I pouted in the most grown-up way possible. He tried to hide his smile and comfort me at the same time. He assured me that I’d been created to be the mother of our sons and that I was doing a good job. I appreciated his encouragement, but didn’t know if I was convinced by his kind words. I was growing weary in my mothering role. I imagine you’ve felt similar feelings before. Tell me, what is it that causes you to feel the way I did? It may not be parenting for you. Maybe it’s attempting to get along with someone and you don’t see much improvement. Or it could be that you are searching for a job that will bring you closer to your goals in life and you just can’t seem to land one. It’s possible that you’ve been praying for someone’s salvation for years and you see no change whatsoever. Of course it could be that you long for someone to spend your life with and you are still waiting for Mr. or Mrs. Right. Whatever it is that you desire to see happen, don’t give up. The Bible promises: “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9 (NIV) And trust me when I say that the reward will be so much sweeter when you wait instead of settling for 2nd best. It might be easier to give up on mending a relationship or staying in a dead-end job or resigning your prayers for a loved one or choosing a mate just to alleviate your loneliness. Those are temporary remedies to problems that will still be there the next day. While I don’t always enjoy the daily monotony of motherhood, I choose to keep my eye on the prize. And the prize for me is to see two young boys turn into Godly men who will change the part of the world in which they live. So, when I answer the same question ten times, pick up the same dirty clothes, prepare the same frozen pizza, read the same book, watch the same Blue’s Clues episode, and countless other daily tasks, I will remember that pressing on in these tedious tasks will bring about great things in the lives of my sons. After all, I’m building a man. Actually, two, to be exact.