grace

Tough days come and go,  and sometimes they come and linger for a while.  It's hard to believe that I am being effective in caring for my children when I feel I am struggling to breathe.  I have whispered, and very often shouted my cries to the Lord for help.  I know these rough times make for good training opportunities and this past week I was able to see that.  I gave the kids cheese sticks for lunch, and Noah so kindly offered to help Chloe open hers.  He really takes pride in all the little things he can do for himself these days. Well after a couples seconds of grunting and clenching his teeth, I hear him shout, "God, give me grace for this cheese stick!!"