The one where I run a victory lap

Mama, I'm sorry for yelling at you. Please forgive me?

Came the sweet whisper from my daughter, quiet and repentant, as her arms wrapped around my middle searching for grace.

I exhale silent thanks, hugging her back. Restoring the relationship she feared broken.

Honestly, the defiant talk, the yelling, the arguing between my girls comes so frequently some days that I ignore it sometimes---head-in-the-sand, because you never can tell, there might be dandelions and baby smiles in the sand.

But.

Conviction pierced my girl's tiny heart, and she sought forgiveness completely unprompted--this was huge, HUGE, I tell you!

In my head I'm all:

For the love, FINALLY! all the shepherding, teaching, redirecting, disciplining, torturous I-just-don't-know-what-to-do, tear-shedding moments have paid off---it's actually sinking in. Sweet, Jesus, thank you!  

And then, I can actually hear the Chariots of Fire theme song.

Duun dun dun dun duun duuuun. Dun dun dun dundun.....

They say pride goes before the fall.

Yeah.

I was that kid in yellow with a mouthful of grass and dirt. As the same repentant daughter slunk away as her sister, with disheveled hair and a tear-streaked face, accused,

Mama! She tired to bite off my ponytail. 

Whatever, you guys! Victory laps are totally overrated.