All the time making sure they don't see my mess. That I don't have it altogether.
My clean laundry piled on my floor.
Papers strewn about the kitchen counters.
The inside of my purse...the black whole.
The tears stored up tight in the attic of my heart.
Where is the grace in that?
The messy that there isn't any time for. I just go go go, cause...someday their will be time for it.
It is said that we often extend the least amount of grace to those right inside our homes.
Yep, I am working on that.
linking up with Heather today #JustWrite