
Today I failed.
Monday morning did not go so well.
We were behind. We were struggling to stay on task.
Personalities were clashing.
It is easy to post all the fun moments and the sweet pictures.
Hard to admit the reality of a bad day.
I lost it.
More than once.
I could tell you that I am tired, which I am. I could blame it on hormones, which I have. I could come up with a zillion excuses. But it is just sin. My sin.
And then after the big ones left and all the little ones were sleeping, I found this.

I started crying before I even opened the envelope with purple ink. Inside was a purple pen and this:
Dear Mom
Please dont get angry take your fusteration out on something else, like your pillow or something like that. I'm still praying for you every night. Thanks for letting me make the pancakes. I'd like to make breakfast more often.
Your loving dotter
Erika
Ps. praying always helps
She took the time to remind me of the Hope that we introduced her to. The hope that she clings to when her "story" overwhelms her.
I am humbled.
My kids are amazing creatures made by God.
Each of them is here for a purpose.
Our family was not an accident but a providential potpourri that God made for His glory.