Some mornings are no good. Down right terrible. They push, you push back, they push harder, and then everything hits the fan. That was this morning. I fumed for a good while, then forgave them, but still would not seek forgiveness from them for my own anger.
After some pretty startling news about an incident at our apartment clubhouse this afternoon, I was pretty shaken up, but not for the obvious reasons. Today, I'm taking a step back and remembering my gifts. They are on loan to me and the mister by my most loving Savior. I'm thankful God reminds me, admonishes me, and forgives me when I play the fool.
When my girls look like this, they seem so much younger, and more fragile. Their little spirits are so easy to crush. It has been a strange day on so many different levels. I think some time in God's Word and some lovin on the babes in definitely in order.