The grace I need
Those days are far too easy to ignore. I could pretend that I didn't feel the tightening of my muscles in anger. That, my blood doesn't boil with frustration at those random day to day things. I find myself having to repeat the same things to the kids. But, they tune me out. I can push guilt and conviction under a pretty rug. So, that is what I do. I don't want to take the time to deal with myself or anyone. I don't want my pride crushed and I don't want to be humbled again. I want to be a mom and a wife that has it all figured out. That doesn't need to work hard to be awesome. I want to ignore the help and grace that can change me. I want to do it on my own. And, then I break. I can only run for so long. My son's deep black eyes look at me and tell me - " It's okay, Mommy. You are having a bad day ". And, then he tells his Daddy that he is cleaning the bath tub, so Mommy doesn't have to do it. And, after losing my t...