Encouragement challenge day 1....bite your tongue Jennie!

So, in the night when God puts something on my heart I am usually filled with great passion and excitement.  I am ready to hit the ground running with whatever it may be.  Then, day breaks and I tired from being up half the night, kids are pulling me in various directions and I just want to have a cup of coffee before being asked to do anything profound like choose Em's clothes for the day.
Today was about like this.  I woke up, sent out the email to the girlfriend's who seem as enthusiastic as me to start the challenge; and then reality of the challenge hits.
I guess God wanted to make sure I had opportunities to not criticize or say anything negative to Matt.

Recap:  You know that project that you ask for ages to get done?  You know, the one that really won't take that long and could save everyone a headache if it was just done.  Yes, the one that you have asked 101 times for your hubby to take care of???

Cue Bath time today:  Em wants her Rapunzel doll to play with in the bath.  I go to open her bedroom door and grab the doll.  WAIT.....door won't open.  I turn the knob, jiggle the knob, NOTHING!  The doorknob that I have requested to be changed is

officially broken and won't open.
I am ready to POUNCE.  I want to tell him how this could have all been avoided if he would have fixed it when I asked, on and on and on.
WAIT....crap!  I am not supposed to say anything negative.  Well, now what???  Stand here in silence?  Just let Em sleep on the couch so that I don't have to mention the doorknob, break the door down myself? OR, walk into the kitchen and kindly ask Matt to help.  I would rather poke my eye out at this moment.

Thank you Jesus that you come to my rescue when I am weak.  I walked in and asked Matt for help.  He has been working on that door for over 45 minutes and still isn't in.  He is sweaty and agitated.  I don't think he needed me to add any words.  He knows I was right and that he should have taken care of it when I asked.  This could have been a bigger argument if I would have done my norm.  Thank you Jesus for helping me get through day 1!!

ONE DAY AT A TIME!

Oh and when I thanked him for choosing to marry me, I thought he was going to melt into a puddle.  It was precious to see what those words meant to him.  SCORE!