Do Over

Sometimes I wish I had a rewind button where I could go back and erase all of the not so great moments and overwrite them with a more graceful story. It has been one of those weeks. 

It started with me being out of town for four days for work and went downhill from there. I lost my patience. I didn't choose kind words. I got frustrated with my schedule and let the chaos of it all get to me. I failed to remember that people close to us will do hurtful things and our response should still always be love. I didn't seek joy. I was a mess. And not even a hot mess. 

I forgot to mention that we ALL FIVE had the stomach bug the week before. 

I don't know how all mothers feel, but I admire those who seem to flawlessly dance through motherhood without any missteps. I often feel like I can't even hear the music much less keep the rhythm, stepping on toes as I go. 

The good news is there is a Savior who will sweep me off my feet and help me find my place when I forget how to dance. And he will do it as many times as I ask. 

Tomorrow is another day with new mercies. I don't get a do over, but I will try harder. I'll tell my husband I'm proud of him and try not to get so irritated at the fact that we are not wired the same. I will remind myself to be slow to anger and quick to love. I will look into six beautiful little eyes - four brown, two blue - and tell them how much I love them. Lord, please let those be the words my children remember. 

And I'll drink coffee. Lots of coffee. I'm certain it comes straight from heaven.