Embrace your son when he screams in your face because you gave him the wrong toothpaste.
Embrace the piles of laundry, cleaned, dried, folded, and carried to the proper drawers and closets.
Embrace the sting of wise discipline given to a bumbling but beloved boy.
Embrace a sweaty little imp glowing with pride over his first goal of the soccer season.
Embrace your husband, home after hard work but still ready to jump in and help.
Embrace the unwelcome events of tomorrow and look for the hidden blessings.
Embrace your own weary body, knowing the strength it is slowly building.
Embrace your weaknesses, because grace rises to meet them.
1 comment:
Thank you. Period.
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