Three days in and I failed so hard. I struggled all day long yesterday to ever find my joy, my patience, my peace. Every time I slowed down for a minute to reflect and pray, something else would pop up and suddenly I was lashing out again and my emotions were everywhere. But there's still gratitude to be found in these experiences when you are brought low.
I am so grateful for forgiveness. So grateful for second chances.
And so grateful for unconditional love.
Chris was so patient with me today. He continued to come back to me to hug me, hold me, and help me to move past my funk.
And when I stepped outside myself for a few moments, I was able to just enjoy watching Kayla make a friend at the park. I was able to drink in the sweet laughter of Elise and Ava as their Daddy pushed them on the swing. I was able to hold little Sophie and savor the precious moments when she's still this small and likes to rub my arm while I nurse her.
I even got a few moments to take in a beautiful sunset, another masterpiece of God when we went to a park with the kids. As I gazed out at the lovely colors in the evening sky, I noticed there was a cemetery over the edge of a nearby hill. It was a wonderful opportunity to pray for the souls of the faithful departed and all in need of God's mercy.
And at the end of a tough day in which I spent a good portion of it fighting God and struggling to find peace, I finally slowed down just enough to reflect and see the good that can come from a good dose of humility.
Plus my husband re-upholstered our dining room chairs. Seriously, he's amazing and the chairs are so pretty (more on that soon!)
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