And so it is that of course on a day when I post something like I did today on “Difficulties” and the way we choose to respond to them, I failed in pretty much every way. Save the details, mainly because I fear my 3 year old will some day read them, I failed as a dad and often became angry. I kept praying that I would choose to respond in the Spirit and grow some character. I failed. Luckily for me, my son loves me dearly and forgot pretty quickly. Maybe even no permanent damage done…or at least none that his counselor he gets when he gets older won’t be able to help him blame on me.
I don’t really have much to say beyond that really. My difficulties these days, my thorn in the flesh, is anger arising out of anxious thoughts lived in an effort to please others and manage expectations. It gets the better of me most days. Yet I keep coming back to the hope of the gospel, the one who will some day redeem this earthen vesel. Fully. In the meantime, I am reminded that it is my sin that held him there on that cross, and it is in him where I find 10,000 charms.