start . . .
My first thought when I read this word, again, is thinking of our children when they were little and they’d say, “do it again daddy,” when he’d throw them up in the air, and I’d wince, worrying he’d not catch them. Or when the children ask me to read a book, again and again. Or, the frustrations of children getting out of bed, again because they forgot to get a drink or go potty.
I think of my prayers, when I’ve said, “It’s me, again, God and I’ve blown it again with the kids and lost my patience again and will You please forgive me again. And I am learning that God does not throw up His hands and say, “not you, again“, and does not keep count of all the times I come back again with the same things that catch me up and make me feel like a failure. Instead, He reassures me to keep coming back, again and again and reminds me that His mercies are new every morning. And if I would continually meet with Him again each morning and again throughout the day, I’d find He is enough and my expectations of others and myself can be met through Him and by Him.
But I too need to be reminded, again.
. . . finished
Joining Lisa-Jo and her Five Minute Friday.
” five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right “