This morning, I drove the carpool with Anna, Ellie, Jane and Hendrik and got them off to middle school with plenty of time to spare. When I got back home, I snuggled up next to Taylor for him to have a slow wake up and we read together for about half an hour. We've decided that we are going to see how long it takes to try to read through every book that we have on his shelf together this fall. We had some good laughs about some of our old books that he loved when he was little but that he has outgrown a bit now, and then we headed down for a quick breakfast. As we were throwing things together with this lunch, he made some Gatorade and added a bunch of scoops of the powder to the water bottle. Jason and I both told him that he did not need that much in his water bottle. We were trying to help him think about all the sugar that was in it, but I think he felt like we were breathing down his neck a bit too much, and he was getting defensive and began using a tone with us that was angry and not very respectful.
Taylor and I then scrambled out the door and down the alley only to hear that the bus was pulling away. We are getting used to our new routine with a new bus stop and new time this fall so we just have not figured out what time we need to leave the house to get there on time yet. So, I ran inside to grab the keys and we drove to school. I was certainly a bit frustrated about us missing the bus, and as I looked back at Taylor, his arms were crossed in frustration too (still about the Gatorade incident). This was not quite the way I wanted either of our days to start. So, as we drove, I tried to break the ice that had formed and tried to help pry his arms off his chest through some gentle questions about his day ahead. As we were pulling up in front of school, I said the blessing to him we have said for many years, "May the peace of Christ go with you wherever He may send you. May He guide you through the wilderness, protect you through the storm. May He bring you home rejoicing at the wonders He has shown you. May He bring you home rejoicing once again into our doors." I asked him if he could push a reset button, and with a little hug in the car, I am pretty sure I spotted a smile crack on his face as he was headed out the door.
As I came home, I opened up my morning prayer book that has the call to confession as the first order of worship.
Most merciful God,
we confess that we have sinned against you
in thought, word, and deed,
by what we have done,
and by what we have left undone.
We have not loved you with our whole heart;
we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves.
We are truly sorry and we humbly repent.
For the sake of your Son Jesus Christ,
have mercy on us and forgive us;
that we may delight in your will,
and walk in your ways,
to the glory of your Name. Amen.
we confess that we have sinned against you
in thought, word, and deed,
by what we have done,
and by what we have left undone.
We have not loved you with our whole heart;
we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves.
We are truly sorry and we humbly repent.
For the sake of your Son Jesus Christ,
have mercy on us and forgive us;
that we may delight in your will,
and walk in your ways,
to the glory of your Name. Amen.
As usual, this prayer felt like taking a bath and getting to have a clean start... I am grateful for the way God invites us continually to return to Him and for us to leave our messiness and loose ends in His hands (Gatorade battles and all)...
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I also read this post this morning when I got home as well and thought it applied too:
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