The tender soul of the blue eyed girl receives the brunt.
I Corinthians 13:4-6
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
They were in my sin ladened heart.
How we need to watch our words.
Gracious words are a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
Words that can encourage and breathe life.
Not painful, hurtful, biting remarks.
How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
My heart constricts at her coldness.
I offended my sweet daughter and I feel awful.
She unwilling to forgive.
We both have lessons to learn.
Raw emotions leave us open for hurt.
Unwilling to let go.
I gaze into those baby blue eyes brimming with tears.
How could I let the words fly?
How could I hurt this tender soul?
Sometimes I just want off of this spinning journey we call life.
I can’t seem to do it right.
The stress of the day and the tierney of the urgent reek havoc with my sense of calm.
So when I blow, it’s a mess.
These are the moments Jesus shows up.
He reminds us of our sin and brokenness.
He also reminds us of how much we have been forgiven.
Because we aren’t always going to get it right.
We aren’t always going to say the right thing.
But we are a forgiven people.
God in his mercy extended grace.
I will not always be forgiven by my children.
I will not always get it right.
But I will always be loved and cherished by the One who created me.
I am a work in progress.
A broken pot. (Yes very cracked)
But not beyond repair.
Jesus longs to reach down and fix it all.
At the end of the day. When the exhaustion has taken over and the mist of sleep is heavy.
I whisper to the blue eyed child again.
I am sorry. So sorry.
She reaches up, gazes into my eyes, and hugs me tight.
Bear with each other and forgive one another
if any of you has a grievance against someone.
Forgive as the Lord forgave you.