Today amidst the waiting chores, the clatter of breakfast dishes, the chug of the washing machine, and the growing grocery list, my boy spoke straight to my heart.
"Don't worry Momma, I will take care of you."
How his love humbles me.
His momma gone all weekend for a little R&R, finds herself frazzled and a tad bit overwhelmed come Monday morning.
His remedy? Compassion, love and grace.
Oh, that I would remember the sweet words of my boy.
When the tears threaten and emotions run high over lost trinkets or misplaced treasures, to remember compassion instead of frustration.
When anger overtakes and crossed arms come up like a road block, to remember love instead of impatience.
When 9:00 am has already seen a day's worth of correction, to remember grace instead of condemnation.
Lord, help me to remember.
Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. Proverbs 16:24