Yesterday was good. I got through a whole day without yelling. I did need some space but I saw it coming so I took it. I did so some things different; cupcakes for breakfast and clean pj's for the day. It was good. I was proud of myself.
Pride. It always comes before a fall. Pride. I stayed up too late last night. I was feeling so good. So here I am fallen.
In tears I sit, but no longer because of anger. My dear Sister friend reminded me of Grace. Here I was planning not to post today because I wanted my readers to remember Grace. Yet it was I who needed to be reminded.
He brings me back to this: Therefore the LORD longs to be gracious to you, and therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you. For the LORD is a God of justice; how blessed are all those who long for Him.
~ Isaiah 30:18
1544. Again Grace; the never ending, freely given Grace.
1545. A sister's love.
1546. A prophets sufferings.