I really messed up the other day. I was tired. I was trying to focus on college work. The boys were hyped up from a church event. I was trying to get them to bed, but they would have no part of it - they were running, yelling, and laughing. To top it all off, our almost 13 year old Yorkie walked into the living room and decided to take a potty break on our area rug.
I lost it. It was ugly. I was ugly. I yelled at the dog. I got mad. I yelled at the kids, who were defending the dog. ("Mom, she's old - she can't help it.") The kids were crying. The dog was hiding. I was on my knees at 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday night with Resolve and a rag, scrubbing pee stains out of our rug.
I never knew that scrubbing a rug could bring so much clarity. It didn't take me long to realize that I had really messed up. I needed grace, and I needed it bad. I told God I was sorry. I told the kids I was sorry and asked for their forgiveness, which they were quick to give. I cuddled the dog and told her "sins forgiven." (Yes, that's what we have to tell her when she's no longer in trouble...you can tell she's a preacher's dog.)
I'm thankful that God's grace comes so quickly. I'm glad He doesn't give me what I deserve. I'm amazed that He sees through my faults and loves me in spite of them...and trust me, there are a lot of them. I'll never understand it, but I'm so grateful for it.