I was having one of those rough mornings when you realize you’re not really as good as you thought you were, and it seems like you’ll never be the person you know you should be. I found myself in my room on my knees asking for the forgiveness, mercy, and peace that I knew could only come from God.
Muf wandered in and asked, “You praying by yourself mommy?”
“Sometimes I’m not very good.”
“Yeah, me either, sometimes I can’t read. I need help.”
And there it it. Sometimes we need help — all of us. Help that comes from above. Perhaps it’s time to cut everyone a little slack including ourselves.