Gray had woken up on the wrong side of the bed yet again and there was a whole lot of stomping and screaming at the top of the stairs.
No matter how determined I may be to assure myself that this day, any day will be a good day, it hinges on the personalities and moods of several other people in my immediate vicinity.
Head in my hands, I thought- and not in a kidding way at all but totally serious- what would Jesus do?
I calmly walked up the stairs with my arms outstretched. He continued to scream. Even louder. I reached out to him and he ran away.
I sweetly asked him to please come see Mommy. He tried to hide under a chair.
It began to hurt a little, his running from me when all I wanted to do was hold him. I decided I wouldn't wait for him to come to me and so I went and picked him up myself.
Tears and struggle and skin and bones and finally he gave in to my embrace.
It's familiar. It stings.
And finally I gave in to His embrace.
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