This past weekend, we were bracing ourselves for a major snowstorm.
Or at least, we were supposed to be. Being northerners, we weren’t quite as concerned as all the southerners here. No stocking up on bread and bottled water for us. I went to the store for celery and immediately regretted it when I saw the parking lot full of stock-pilers.
As I was looking over the parking lot, noting any open spaces, thinking of how people were driving in all kinds of ways, I didn’t turn quite hard enough and hit a curb. Hard. Harder than I have ever hit a curb before.
Pulling into the first parking spot simply because I didn’t care to search for another one, I got out of the car to see that I had a flat. Shoot. Guess we won’t be needing that celery for small group tonight after all.
As I sat and waited for my husband to come and get me, I had a lot of time to think.
Since then, I’ve had even more time to think. More time to think about how I could have just let that flat tire ruin my day. How I could have been grumpy and sullen and taken it out on every one for the rest of the day.
So many days in motherhood go the same way. One thing goes wrong, and I focus on that one thing. And the bad thing grows, through my attitude, my reactions, more bad things happening because of my attitude and reactions. Whatever we pay attention to is what we’ll see right?
Some days, I can only think of all the ways I blew it and nothing else. None of the good stuff. Like somehow, grace doesn’t pertain to my being a mother or being a wife. Somehow it’s not redeemable. Or that I have to be enough on my own.
Listen y’all, we’ll never be enough on our own. Even the days I nail it, it’s not because I’m awesome. It’s totally because my Jesus is showing through.
In the middle of this would-be snowstorm, I saw this quote. I looked out my window and saw snowflakes laying everywhere, covering everything.
And that’s how grace falls. It covers everything.
We just need to seek the One from whom grace falls.
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