I’d just had a rotten argument with my husband. One of those oh-so-un-Christ-like moments during our discussion, I chose to assume the worst. It went downhill from there.
As I huffed upstairs to cry on my bed, I realized that once again, I had led with my feelings and not my mind.
Or, the truth.
This always, always gets me into trouble.
How about you?
But, I go back to a tender and beautiful and true comment that The Gammy made to me, recently. We were talking about how our mouths can get us into so very much trouble, how human we really are. She wisely pointed out that we are loved by a God that, when we come to him with tear-stained faces, says, “It’s okay. Try again.”
And He says it with the gentleness of a soft breeze.
He means it with Ultimate Authority.
He is the God of grace, after all.
I clung to that as I sat on the bed and cried my little heart out. And, we are resting in that regarding the uncertainty of fractured relationships.
We long for healing. For Love to win out over the hurt. For understanding and grace and joy to creep back in.
We’ll wait as long as it takes.
Because, doesn’t He?