Can I just say, it's been a long day...
Considering I had to take a couple Tylenol at 8 a.m. for a headache, we're lucky we survived.
But I don't want to use this post to vent...instead, I need to share a conviction that struck me hard today.
I'll admit...I was running on a short fuse. Seems like I do that WAY more than I want...
And Jemma was throwing a HUGE tantrum before her nap. I started to burst. I heard these words: "Jemma, BE QUIET." "NO MORE CRYING." "aaaAAAHHHH."
And guess what...surprise of all surprises...losing my temper DIDN'T WORK.
You want to know what did?
Me calming down enough to hate my attitude. Me showering Jemma with love, grace and compassion. Me soothing my poor upset toddler so she could settle down and rest. Me sitting by her bed stroking her curly little head.
And all the while I kept thinking, why do I always tend to get frustrated and short on patience when the completely opposite method is what works. Every time.
Tomorrow is a new day...and I want to fill it with LOVE, GRACE and COMPASSION.
Can I get an Amen?