Spilled milk, but not spilled tempers.
That’s what I’m praying for today.
The milk will spill.
The the kids will whine.
Exhaustion will set in and patience will run short.
But in the midst of it all I’m praying for grace.
Grace to slow down and think before I speak.
Grace to let my children and my husband know how much I love them above all else.
Grace when the words come out wrong.
Grace when I let myself down.
Grace that my actions and words may reflect greater love.
I’m praying that I will recognize all the ways God is spilling grace into our lives.