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The After Picture

I lost it. It has been one of those days. It started off fine. I read my Bible. I had a chocolate doughnut for breakfast. My hair looked good. Ran a few errands.

And then came home and lost it. With my kids. It was awful.

I will admit that I yell. They are used to that. But today was different. I really yelled today.

I called Stephen to confess. Not that a man can forgive me of my sins, but they are his kids too and I thought he needed to know how his kids were treated.

I prayed and asked God to forgive me. I am assured by His Word that I'm forgiven. Now, I must go to my children and ask their forgiveness. It won't be the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last.

I could have written to you today about how great our morning went and how we were all smiles, and we had such a good time. But, I get tired of reading that on all the blogs I read. Some times I just want to read that sometimes they failed on the "mother front" . Sometimes I would like to see the look on the kids and dads faces AFTER the picture was taken.

So, today I gave you the After picture of us. It isn't pretty, but its real.

I hope I'm not the only one with an after picture like this one!

Julie

Comments

Amanda M. said…
You are NOT the only mother who just loses it sometimes and yells a lot louder than they ever wanted to or thought they would. I have done this and the only thing as bad as the way the yelling makes my kiddos feel is the self-loathing I feel after.
I will send up a prayer for you today, Julie. It happens to all of us and even though we KNOW the good outweighs the bad, it sure doesn't feel like it at the moment. :(

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