
This morning- Day 3 -was no different nor could we free ourselves from the entanglement of the hustle. And now I sit at work, less than 30 minutes after departing from my children and my heart sits in judgement. Judgement because I set the tone for the day. I make or break the day. I am the
biggest influence in their lives. And today I missed it. I missed the bar. I missed the peace. I missed the parenting skills needed for my kids.

And after all the rush and hustle, we missed the bus. And right there at the bus stop as we watched him pull away, all wailing and
gnashing of teeth broke out -- in front of God and everybody.
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