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.
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.
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.