Today, you stole my breakfast.
I’m sorry I got so mad at you. I’m sorry that it wasn’t even 7AM and you got to start your day with your mother acting like a three year old. I’m sorry I ruined your morning. I’m sorry that I couldn’t control myself and I threw a temper tantrum and fussed at you and slammed the freezer… and the door… and my car door… and then drove like a maniac out of the driveway. I’m sorry I acted that way in front of you… over a smoothie. I’m sorry that you felt it necessary to send me a sweet text apologizing and all I could muster up out of my hissy fit was a snide, “it’s fine.”
Being the first to forgive shows bravery. Even when you were brave, I did not give you the reply you deserved. I know there will be many days in this life that my heart will break over the way I handled a situation with you. Today is one of those days. I pray that you will always have understanding and forgive me when I am not the mother you deserve. I am so proud of the young woman you are becoming. You have a heart to be desired. Protect it, but always be quick to forgive.
I love you, and I’m sorry. ❤
Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times? “Jesus answered, “I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.” Matthew 18: 21-22