Had a bad mommy morning.
My mommy wasn't bad.
I wasn't the only one. My kid wasn't doing the best, either. But I am responsible for my own actions and reactions.
Well, it keeps me in my place -- these failures. I get too high and mighty sometimes. Not feelin it right now, though. Pretty aware of my inabilities and inefficiencies and incapabilities right now.
Thank God, though. He loves me anyway. Just like I love my kid, even when that kid fails.
Speaking of failing and falling short. I recommend the Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning. I highly recommend it. I will be re-reading this one. It's all about God's ferocious love for His little ragamuffins. And the fact that there is nothing we can do to earn His love or ever be good enough.