I just had one of "those" mornings. Actually, it didn't start out too bad. We went to the library and the kids were really well-behaved. I even got some reading done myself. Afterward, we headed to the grocery store. I've really tried to consolidate my shopping into a once-a-week trip and I have a system that works pretty well. Kyra was doing pretty well up until the end when I realized I had forgot a couple of items on my list. She wanted to get out of the cart which, in retrospect, was fatal mistake number one. I let her help put the last two items in the cart and proceeded to checkout. She wanted to "help" put the things on the belt but it turned ito a "let's throw the things on the floor" instead. I gave her a choice to either help nicely or go back in the cart. She defiantly threw something else on the floor, so I fought her back into the cart and belted her in. It was too late to just leave so I just let her scream. Yep, I was THAT mom. I just wanted to crawl into my skin and hide. I held my ground and didn't give in to the screaming though. Still, I came home wiped out and ready to cry. I even snapped at Ian who was actually very good through the whole ordeal.
After taking quite a few deep breaths (I put Kyra down for her nap immediately upon our return), I sat down to do my current bible study. My reading was Psalms 127:1-2 but many of you know the verse that follows immediately thereafter:
Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3
I shouldn't find it amazing that the Lord is with me even when I am at a low but I do rejoice that He also finds the right words to comfort me when I am down - even when I'm not necessarily looking for them.