I didn't think before I spoke and words harsher than they should have been came out.
She dissolved into tears.
I was sorry. I had meant to make an impression about a poor habit that hadn't been worked on in awhile.
I hadn't meant to hurt.
Sincere apologies and offers of hugs were rejected at first as she was still smarting.
In minutes, however, we were hugging and forgiving and starting over.
Lord, help me be less quick to anger and let forgiveness reign in this season especially.
And then a small break to visit with blog friends and I saw this and this.
It reminded me again of how precious our children are to us.
With tears streaming down my face, I had to hug each of them right then and there.
It is so easy to take the wonderful gift of our children for granted until we are given the reminder.
Lord, thank you for this gift you have intrusted me with.
I know we are dedicated and do our best for them. But still...
Take a moment right now and hug each of your awesome gifts and take the time to tell them how precious they are to you.
And if you feel so moved, leave Dana a word or two and say a prayer or two for her comfort in this time of unimaginable pain.
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"We all know the natural conditions under which a child should live;
"We all know the natural conditions under which a child should live; how he shares household ways with his mother, romps with his father, is teased by his brothers and petted by his sisters; is taught by his tumbles; learns self-denial by the baby's needs, the delightfulness of furniture by playing at battle and siege with sofa and table; learns veneration for the old by the visits of his great-grandmother; how to live with his equals by the chums he gathers round him; learns intimacy with animals from his dog and cat; delight in the fields where the buttercups grow and greater delight in the blackberry hedges." -Charlotte Mason