Eggs and grace

Not one of my hard boiled eggs pealed well today.  Two of them are lost.  Just lost.  All that is left is the yolk--which I can give to one of my kids.  I forget who likes the yolks best.  One of them only eats the white and one only eats the yellows.

Do you have that?  Do you ever forget something about one of your kids?  Or friends?  I do.  I'll laugh and then move on.

Do you blame one of your kids for something because they are the ones the "typically" do it?  I found stuff in the bathroom downstairs.  Based on the sight and smell it has been there for some time.  I have one child in particular that neglects to flush.  As I was climbing the stairs after taking care of the offending mess and grumbling to myself and planning out the punishment. . . er. . . consequences for this child, I realized that it might not have been this person.  I'm quick to assume when it comes to my kids.

I'm quick to assume what they know--and I've often been surprised at how much then know!  My mom babysat for us last week-end and shared a wonderful story with us when we got home.  My kids were telling her all about how Jesus is our Cornerstone and what that means.  They knew a ton and I didn't have a clue.  I love that they are learning at both school and church, but I need to pay more attention I'm thinking.  I'm assuming and not asking and not listening.

Here is the deal.  I mess up all the time: with eggs, with kids, with being a wife, with being a daughter of the King.

My family will still have 10 strange looking eggs to eat.  My kids still think I know them best.  My husband still loves me and wants to be with me.  My God has not nor will not give up on me.  Grace.

Grace from Him, from Gary, from my kids. . . and from me.  I'll learn, give grace to myself and move on.  You can too.