The sun was shining. Blue sky filled the kitchen window. My eight-year-old daughter played in front of our house with friends. I could hear voices, a mixture of laughter and children’s bossiness. Busy with laundry and cleanliness I scrubbed inside while outside wars were fought, princes and princesses declared, and games were invented. Peace reigned in the kingdom, or so I thought.
The front door banged open with such angry vengeance I dropped my sponge.
“MOOOOOOM!”…
Elizabeth
I really appreciated reading this Sylvia! Your wise words about contrition ve subs regret were timely in my own life and found their way into my journal. Thank you for writing and sharing what the Lord has taught you.