The whole family just erupts this morning. We can't control ourselves! We're all fighting, and one child cries enormous tears while another screams, "You just make me so mad!"
I could have pretended that everyone was OK this morning. I wanted to! I really did. I could have wiped my daughter's face and plastered a smile. Instead, I walk through the church doors and tell everyone what a mess we are today. Guess what? I'm not the only one. So many other families had horrible mornings.
We're all a mess, and it feels so good to admit it.
Isn't that what church is for?
Was there fighting in your house this morning, too?