Sunday, a day for rest.
Being the day prior to starting back our homeschool schedule, today did not feel much like a day of rest. My husband's work schedule demanded his presence yet his presence at home was needed and desired deeply. A trip to the busy grocery always raises the stress level especially when my daughter persistently argues about this and that...a simple answer never does the trick. The "Can we get this," and "Mama, can we buy that," escalates, followed by a firm "No...don't ask again."
"Pick up your toys."
"Clean your room."
"Put your dirty clothes away."
and on...and on...and on.
My patience has been pulled this way and that way, now holding on by only a frail thread.
With all my might and a whispered prayer for strength, I open the Bible to read...
"Let the little children come to me..."
Jesus, carrying the weight of the world, stopped the most important moment, to bring a child into his arms.
Jesus, the King of the universe, always found time for the smallest ones.