Life, with a slice of humble pie.

"Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you."

Ephesians 4:32

This has been a hard daycare week for me. I take wipes in on Monday, he needs more wipes on Wednesday. I take milk in on Monday, he needs more milk Wendesday. He has had food literally caked on his clothes every day that Ive picked him up. My patience is wearing thin. My grace is wearing thin, and I didn't have a lot of that to start with. When I'm complaning about my unmet, unrealistic expectations though, who is that benefitting? When I can find something to complain about literally every day with Benton's daycare, how confident am I in their service and how serious are they taking my every complaint? I don't want to be the boy who cried wolf. I called my sister this morning on the way to work to tell her I had confronted them about Benton's clothes. I was expecting a "yeah, you tell them, you go girl!" rally because she is honestly my biggest supporter and usually stands behind me (when it is a fair and just cause). What I got was Jesus using Jordy to show me I wasn't "doing what Jesus would do". She explained to me they haven't done anything to hurt him or make him sick, he's taken care of and I don't have to worry all day at work about it, and clothes are just material things. There are real issues and then there are "things". Was this "thing" really worth bringing up to the same girl who was alone with 8 babies yesterday because someone unexpectedly quit without any notice leaving her to fend for her life with the 19 month old beasts that they are. I don't know if you've ever tried to pacify and entertain a 19 month old all day long, but they are like a bomb of emotion just waiting to get treaded over. She had 8. It was literally like that game where you would click little boxes hoping you didn't land on the bomb all day long for her. Was that "thing" an unexpected side effect of a 19 month old feeding himself? In his classroom they're learning how to eat with utensils on their own with help from the teachers. Not only am I not giving her grace, but I'm not giving Benton any grace either by expecting him to have clean clothes when I return at the end of the day. Roll your eyes if you want, but I HATE being that mom at Wal-mart with kids who look like they've never seen a bath in their life. That's a whole different story though full of 2 week old kool-aid mustaches, grocery store feet, and dirty nails. Its little "things" like this that I am a little excessive about with Benton's appearance. Anyways, was this "thing" something Jesus would have brought attention to? Not at all. Benton has a closet full of other clean clothes. It's a simple change of clothes from his diaper bag. Clothes are washable. I got to work after feeling really convicted from my conversation with Jordy and just prayed. "Lord, please give me the patience and understanding with these girls. Please give me strength to give them grace in their job as I know I am also not perfect with just 1 child". I prayed for the girls to have a better day with the babies we hold so dear. I prayed for the girls to raise their spirits back up to before I walked into their classroom. I prayed for them to forgive me for being overbearing. The weight of all my requests layed at Jesus feet overwhelmed me with an urgency to call and let them know I was sorry and I deeply appreciated their time and love for taking care of Benton. Crying on the phone, asking for forgiveness to the same person you just had a "come to Jesus" meeting with- thats a real come to Jesus meeting. See what happens when you come to Jesus for guidance? He shows you His example of humility in the greatest way to achieve His glory in your prideful ways.

Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.
James 5:16