I am tired. And when I am tired I am not a fun mommy. I am not very productive around the house either. So at the end of the day, I lie in bed thinking about what I shouldn't have said, how I could have handled things better. What else I could have/should have gotten done.
But by then, when I am lying in bed letting those thoughts swarm about, it's all in the past. What does replaying it over & over or worrying accomplish? Absolutely nothing.
If God is faithful to forgive, who are we to not forgive ourselves as well?
Remember today is a brand new day with a brand new start. Another chance. I am so thankful for second chances! (And third and fourth and eighty-seventh chances.)