I hurt today; my head, my stomach and a sore spot on my foot. My aches leave me tender, vulnerable, open to stronger reactions than normal. Because like a dog with a sore paw, when provoked I responded harsher than typical. My children are also sick, all three of them home today. They don't seem to understand how miserable their Mama feels, so they whine and bicker until I respond. Too harshly.
But their little hearts are tender too. And a mama's angry words, no matter why they come, can lodge deeply in a small soul and fester. I feel torn, guilt-pain adding to physical misery. Why can't my kids be kind to me? Why can't I respond better to them? Finishing my rant, I apologize, confessing my sin of anger to them, asking for their forgiveness. They extend undeserved grace to me, offering hugs and kind words.
And I am left tender, the good kind now, my heart moved by the compassion and grace extended to me, a sinner.