You know those days when things just don't go right? Those days you just want to crawl back under those covers and sleep for years? Those days that bring you to buckets of tears? Yeah, one of those? Well, I had one today.
I fear my family felt it quite well. Although I managed to keep my voice calm and qiuet... didn't yell, didn't show impatience... I burdened them all with my sob story of the vanity of life. I really was a BIG BABY. Ugh! And I'm thirty years old... what's with that?? I never thought I'd actually crave a temper tantrum so fiercely.
Despite my bad day and my crocodile tears, I hope that my kids could see that I am real... I get frustrated, sad, and upset just like they do. But I hope more than that, that I was able to reflect at least a teeny tiny shimmer of God's grace to them.