It started over having to pay $32 for landing on someone else's property in Monopoly.
That's how it started. But then it progressed.
45 minutes of the worst tantrum I've seen yet.
It started with Monopoly but really, I don't think it had anything to do with Monopoly by the time it was over.
I'm not surprised by it. In fact, I'm more surprised that these episodes haven't occurred more frequently considering all that she's been through.
But that doesn't make it any easier to experience.
When He called us to join Him on this journey, He never once promised that it would be easy.
But He did promise something even better than the easy road.
He gave us (and all that follow Him) the assurance that He would always, always, be with us. And today, through the worst of it, I know He was present. Pouring out the wisdom, grace, compassion, and nerves of steel that I so desperately needed but severely lacked.
For 45 minutes I prayed without ceasing and for 45 minutes I had inexplicable, indescribable peace.
I'm sure I didn't do everything right. In fact I know I didn't.
But His grace is sufficient for me, for His power is made perfect in weakness.
And if in my weakness, she catches a glimpse of the grace that can heal her heart, then weak I will gladly be.