Today I feel a little bit like Snoopy after he fell out of that tree. Hearing the truth of the situation and that my own choices have caused some of my problem is painful and incredibly (almost unbearably) humbling. Kind of like falling out of a tree, it knocked the wind out of me.
Sometimes it feels like no choice is right or good, like being stuck in a maze and never finding a way out. But, I see other people finding their way and I wonder, "Why the heck can't I?" Seriously?! Am I feeling incredibly sorry for myself right now. You bet your sweet bippy! (What's a bippy?!)
But in the midst of it all, I hugged and kissed my sweet 2 yo. That was a little taste of sweet grace.