As I put my children to bed for the night, apologies were in order. They did not listen well, this is true. They also did not deserve the level of anger and frustration that came their way from their worn mama who was just trying to keep it all together.
As we finished up in the bathroom, I asked my son to pray for me. He repeated his daily plea that he does not know how and stated that I should pray for me.
He was right. I needed to go before my Father, and he needed to witness it.
So I asked for forgiveness. I asked for grace. And as my son climbed into bed, I asked for mercy.
“Mercy is help in your time of need. It is love from God to get you through. Mercy is goodness and grace and forgiveness… Jack means God is gracious,” I add.
“So, when you’re yelling at me: Jack!!! you’re saying God is gracious?”
The thought lingers. “Yes.”
“Do you forgive me?”
“Ben, do you forgive me?”
I shut out the light, collapse on the couch and as I repeat my cry to God for his forgiveness in the hypocrisy of my life, the blessing from ages past wells up in my heart, tears dampen my eyes. I finally turn and rest in Him.
May His blessing, His face be turned towards you, tonight.
This post is part of the larger Five Minute Friday community found on Kate Motaung’s blog. We write, for five minutes, together. No major edits. No second guesses, just writing to connect, to grow, to be. Today’s writing prompt: Turn.