Angry words with that kid. Yes, you know the one, that takes you to your highest highs and your lowest lows. The one you can trust to take care of you in your old age . . .you think. Pray and apologize, I did. Then he cried and I cried. This mama needs to breathe - in - more of the One.
"Mama, can I help you cook?"
And then that highest high kid, comes to help, too. In fact, he does most of the work, and his words are a treasure, "I FORGIVE YOU!" And then he takes charge of making our family's comfort food. And that was the best soup ever, according to him.
"I am a prime example of why Jesus came," I tell him.
Grace. Fluently spoken Here.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.