Well, Lord, I messed up this week. I got upset about an injustice that was done to one of my kids-- which of course, felt like an injustice to me-- and I went all Mama-Bear on some well-intentioned people who, however unintentional their behavior was, hurt my child. So I messed up right back at them. I was nice about it, but I hurt them with my well-crafted phrases. I feel terribly convicted, even though what I said and how I said it may not have been so terrible. I don't know anymore. I just know I didn't leave this at your feet. I didn't turn the other cheek. (It's my kid, after all!)-- but I guess you know about that better than I do! I took the bait. I was less than Jesus about the whole thing. I lacked grace and wisdom. Please forgive me for not representing you well. I've reached out to those I've offended-- I've affirmed them and explained myself-- but I guess I need to boldly ask their forgiveness , with more grovelin...
