I wasn't really sure what to title this post, but failing seems as good as anything.
Yesterday was a hard day. I lost it, twice.
And I mean I really lost it. The Mama Bomb went off.
Today we made our thankful tree. I got some foam leaves from Hobby Lobby (all their fall stuff is half off by the way...) and we used clothes pins to attach them to some old branches. It's not gorgeous or even Pinterest worthy; it's very Charlie Brown-esque. Every night from here till Thanksgiving, the girls add what they're thankful for.
Big surprise, but I haven't felt very thankful lately.
Hollow, discontent, angry, bitter, selfish, unforgiving, and moody could describe me lately.
About two-ish months ago, my oldest daughter accepted Jesus into her heart. She loves to learn about Him, read Bible stories, pray, and tell others about Him. I'm sure there will come a day when she can explain portions of the Bible better than I can.
She's only 5 but she is learning so many things and so excited about her faith. She always wants to know the difference between right and wrong. The way she puts it is if someone does something wrong "They don't know God" which takes some explaining sometimes.
I have to remind her we all make mistakes and need forgiveness.
As I was reeling from my horrid behavior towards my daughter, and in subsequent Mommy Timeout, I heard my daughter crying. But she wasn't just upset Mommy had lost her temper.
Through sobs I heard, "God please help Mommy. Please help her feel better. Don't let her act mean. Please forgive her."
I, the adult, blew it. But here is my sweet girl embodying this verse:
"Don't let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." 1 Timothy 4:12
She chose God as what she was thankful for on the first day.