Outside the morning is dark, lightning startles and the distant thunder rattles the windows.
Inside the morning is cozy, candles flicker, yesterday's play dough Inuit Igloo glows as the centerpiece and quiet music calms us as we sit around the breakfast table. We thank God for the storm that displays his grandeur. We thank God that we sit here comfortable, dry, and filled with food. Abundant blessings!
And I remember that yesterday we started off with music, with peace and with God, and that a few hours later the children were fighting, and mom was shouting and the quiet cracked wide open and peace fell into pieces. Explainable but never excusable. Forgivable and with grace forgettable.
Oh that today we be gentle and patient and wise. Pick up peace and quietly try again.
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