I sinned against my oldest a week or so ago in an ugly-scary-momma kinda way. As she sat on the bed crying, we discussed that mommy had sinned in her anger and that mommy was wrong. I asked her to forgive me, and for a very long 4 or 5 seconds she just continued looking down at the bed. I held my breath. She finally looked up at me smiling, arms spread and ready for hug and said, "Always, mommy!" Now that's pretty awesome. Grace extended to me by my 9 year old when I didn't deserve it. How much more does my Father in heaven lavish me with His grace and mercy. He's the Potter and I'm the stubborn clay.
I'm a mess. A mess that God loves. A mess that my children love. A mess that God is, praise His name, not finished with.