today the babe has cried long and hard, and so has this tired mama. i'm touched out, wanted out, and above all, harsh word-ed out. washing dishes to the smell of these irises found wild in a field near our home (and bluebonnets from our outing the other day), folding laundry to the tune of one-too-many cartoons, and heating leftovers with a tired sigh; this has been my day. and then i read these kind words reminding me Grace really is the glue holding all our broken pieces together.
Friday, April 16, 2010
grace, again
today the babe has cried long and hard, and so has this tired mama. i'm touched out, wanted out, and above all, harsh word-ed out. washing dishes to the smell of these irises found wild in a field near our home (and bluebonnets from our outing the other day), folding laundry to the tune of one-too-many cartoons, and heating leftovers with a tired sigh; this has been my day. and then i read these kind words reminding me Grace really is the glue holding all our broken pieces together.
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I read that and cried. Cried again, re-reading it today. Your phrase "harsh word-ed out" is right on. Grace is holding us all, and it all, together. Grace for you, sister.
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