It has not been my best morning. Or night either.
The stomach flu has hit our house and whenever that happens, I suddenly lose it.
Colds, fevers, bad marks, moderate injuries, arguments, and most other things that come with mothering don't phase me. But give me a kid whose vomiting and I crumble. I mean they are the ones sick but I am the one crying.
Ah not something I'm proud of.
And this morning, everyone in the house knew I was not coping well. Words were said. My voice was raised. Cupboards were slammed.
Oh how I wish I could just erase all of that.
But I can't.
So here I sit at the feet of Jesus, pleading for forgiveness and asking Him to undo any damage that I did to the hearts or souls of my precious family.
I'm also asking Him to release me of the guilt I feel and help me forgive myself.
To let it go and embrace His amazing grace.
Help me trust You Jesus, always, even when I feel like I can't do this. Help me remember that with you I can.
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