The other day, I was having a rough day. My patience was thin, the kids were doing more arguing than playing nicely, and things just weren’t happening the way I wanted.
Sounds terrible, right? *eyeroll*
I was getting so frustrated. I felt like my day was spiraling out of control. I knew I was the only one who COULD control it, but I had given up. I was over that day. Done.
…and then I had a conversation with a dear friend, who is also having some tough days– and honestly? She changed my entire perspective. By consciously knowing that my kids are gifts from God and not little humans set out to dismantle my plans, the fog had somehow lifted and my patience was starting to restore.
Incredible what a quick conversation with a friend can do!
At the end of the day I prayed that God would continue to lift the fog, continue to show me how amazing my kids are, and keep me focused on the good in life– not the bad days.
I think it is something that we all go through at some point. But– bad days don’t mean bad lives. Bad days happen. God’s grace carries us. And oh, I am so thankful He is carrying me.