How can God stand our continual messing up? The same mistakes – over and over and over again throughout our lives.
The same excuses.
The same stubbornness.
The same posturing.
There was one local match to my query, and their website has an awesome interactive allergy page that gave me options of what we could eat. I was excited, very excited about this new option. I parked and picked up our youngest from daycare and ran into the downtown restaurant, wondering if I had enough hands to hold a large hot pizza box AND a baby who can walk but not follow directions.
You know that feeling of “I blew it”, often manifested as a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach? When you wish the clock could turn backwards and you could have a second chance? It’s the worst. As a parent, I often feel it when I lose my cool and completely flip out on my kids. Or when I let hurtful words roll off my tongue towards people I love.
The story below was written in March of this year. For those of you who don't know my story, this article is a portrayal of the mess I was making out of my life. I heaped heart ache and devastation on my- self and much worse, my family. I let Satan burrow deep into my soul and convince me that there was no hope for me. It wasn't until I entered Brother Bryan's, that I realized that I was not alone in my despair. I had found solace in a group of seventy men that society and themselves had given up on.