But then Mr 14 decides he doesn't want to go to church, and Mr 8 decides to comment on this and other things and quickly it all turns to custard. In the van on the way to church harsh words are exchanged (epic fail) and David and I drag them all out when we get to church and push them in the direction of the door. By this point I'm so fed up with the whole drama, I say to David, I feel like giving up, just getting a coffee and going home. Does this only happen to us or is this familiar to anyone else?
Then we walk into church (which has started, we're late strangely enough) and I feel like crying from just the unfairness of it all. But then the words from the songs reach out into my stressed out heart....
Every moment that You give, is a gift for us to live....and somehow the pieces fell back together, and I just knew I was in the right place and so were those kids of ours we dragged along! Thank you God for still loving me even with all my many imperfections!
PS: Blogger is not uploading pictures at all today, but I have a new tutorial for a toy that I'm going to make for Toys for Mirabel, so do pop back tomorrow. (Hint: it's easy and cute!)