I stood in the kitchen, crumbs sticking to my feet. My dishes were piling up in the sink. I glanced toward my table, which was sticky with syrup, ketchup, and maybe ranch dressing. The laundry forgotten in the basement and the beds unmade upstairs. They all spoke to me. You are not enough as a house cleaner. Down in my basement my craft shelves were lined with unfinished projects. Then there was the computer file on my desktop that contains…
The alarm goes off early Sunday morning.  Jason has already left for work.  I hop out of bed, take a shower, and go down to turn on the coffee.  My little ones only sleep in on Sundays.  Go figure. I wake them up and we eat breakfast. After that we get dressed. As I look at the clock I realize we are an HOUR early! Good! So I set them in front of some cartoons and go upstairs to read…
I woke up in a hurry. Â Nervous energy coursed through my body. Â I spent my morning rushing to getting the house looking perfect. I was so happy that I didn’t even mind vacuuming for the third time that day. The kid’s lunches had been fixed earlier. Â Time ticked by slowly, but then faster and faster as the time drew near. Â I was busy preparing when the phone rang. Â Â It was him. Â Â He must be on is…
What is your best yes? As I stood in front of my son, after he had disobeyed me, my first reaction was a quick and instant punishment.  He had argued and fussed.  Every ounce of me was furious. I was tired. And I was busy. There was no room for grace that day.  My heart dropped when I dropped into the chair upstairs where I sat at my desk. Is that going to teach him anything? I asked myself. The anger…