The Song of Solomon talks about little foxes that spoil the vines (2:15).  There aren’t always huge storms that try to destroy the fruit of our lives.  Sometimes, it’s all the little things that try to eat away our perspective and joy.

Sunday, I sent out an email to some close friends sharing that we had received a definite “no” on an opportunity that Tony had for getting his own Chick-fil-A store.  We had already started working on budgeting our finances now that Josiah’s hospital stuff has slowed down.  Of course, this news makes us a bit more aware of how we handle our money.

So, the point of all of that is we have now had some little foxes show up at the Zapata home.  Monday afternoon, I had loaded up the van with 3 kids (one with a freshly cut knee), a cooler, a pool bag, a gallon of tea, a pan of brownies… and a partridge in a pear tree.  We were just heading down the hill to a friend’s house for a cookout.  Well, I got it all piled in and went to start the van… and it didn’t start.  It seems like it wants to start, but it just can’t.

I moved on with the evening and had an enjoyable Labor Day evening with some friends.  We got home about 8:30 or so.  I started putting the kids all to bed, figuring that Tony would be home soon.  Josiah decided that he didn’t want to go to bed, so we began that battle.  I finally went to bed around 10… and Josiah was still up.  He wanted to go into our bed, but we’ve allowed that so much and he was really choosing to disobey.  So, when Tony got home (finally) at 10:30… Josiah was still up.  I think he ended up getting up at least every hour and a half, if not more, throughout the whole night.  Needless to say, Tony & I didn’t sleep too well last night.

Today went alright.  Naps went well.  Josiah told me that he had prayed to God  and He helped him sleep.  (That’s the kind of thing I like to hear.)  Luca had started complaining last night about his head hurting.  It kept hurting off and on today.  Then, his eyes started hurting.  I started thinking that maybe we would need to take him to get his eyes checked.  However, about dinnertime, he actually felt a bit warm.  I took his temperature and, yes, he had a fever of 100.7.  The icing on the cake of our 24 hour insanity.

Tonight, we had a wonderful bedtime routine and the children all went down easily.  Not sure if it was the routine or if it’s just because they were all exhausted.  I’ll take it either way.

In the midst of it all, I have chuckled in amazement and gotten quite irritated with those “little foxes”.  However, I know without a shadow of a doubt that God is our Provider and He is where we get peace, rest and wisdom… so, I am reminding myself to keep my mind steady on the Source of all things.

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