I'm angry today. It's not often I am in rage mode, but today is the day. The day did not start well. Micah woke up screaming before 6am. Zion was up by 6:30...and crabby. When we went to worship this morning I had no clue that both the Murrys as well as the Weeks families would be there. It was a blessing to have them, but it made for an intense worship time I would have liked to have come prepared for. Needless to say, my boys were not preped for it either, and were their normal, active selves. As I tried intently to listen to Matthew's parents share their hearts, my boys were whining and climbing on me. As the Weeks' family shared, Zion and Micah were fighting over cups and spilling their cereal snack I had gotten for them out of despiration. By the end, instead of singing "Lord, I'm amazed by you" with everyone else, I wanted to sing "I wanna beat my kids." Sorry if that offends you, I'm just being transparent.

Don't worry. I'll get my perspective right again soon. I just had to vent before I go sit in school of worship class for an hour and a half. I know part of my emotion is simply the fact that this morning was an intense reminder of the events of December 9th. It was an amazing thing to have the Murry's as well as the Weeks' here this morning and we (well, everyone without young kids) had an amazing time of ministry through worship and prayer and sharing. I know that this season with little ones will be short and that it is precious. But, for now, I just want to cry.