The day started well, I said a prayer with Jay before he left for school, I read a lot from "The worth of a soul" (which, by the way, is an incredible book that I would recommend reading). I said a long, heartfelt prayer where I asked Father to help me have the Spirit during the day and to help me specifically with motherhood - a part of my life where many times I feel like I lack talent... Things were going OK, and then, in a split second I lost it and yelled at my children - making them cry.
Is it Satan? Is he trying to ruin my day that had such a nice beginning?
Well, I better do something about it and not let him carry on with his plans.
It's a good thing that kids are so forgiving, they are already playing with each other and giggling (oh the innocence and joy of childhood). I'm going to take them to the park. This day can still be a great day : )
