Give Your Frustrations to Jesus

It was the thirteenth exclamation of "Mom!" in a half hour.

It was the bill in the mail that was higher than I wanted it to be. It was the remains of beard hair trimmings from my husband in the bathroom sink.

It was the dirty clothes scattered across my son's bedroom.

It was the sticky splotch of... something... on the kitchen floor. It was all this and more...

And I lost it.

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