we were running late. the baby was screaming though his diaper was clean and he was freshly nursed, shoelaces were needing to be tied, one child was still in the shower, dinner plates were strewn all over the kitchen with some still on the table, and my hair still up in the disheveled knot on the top of my head that had kept it out of my face during the early morning garage sale we held and the 2 soccer games we played in (well, i cheered at) immediately after. one child yelled from the other room how he couldn’t find the matching shoe, another was digging in the basket of clean clothes that had sat in the living room corner all week trying to find socks, while one more ignored every effort to insist he get ready quickly. and the phone kept incessantly ringing.
it was then, in the midst of the mounting pressure and decibel level in my house, that i completely lost it. yes, i opened my mouth...
i am sharing today at 5 minutes for faith about my struggle with my words. i would love for you to stop by!
charis
