It's A Good Morning

This morning was rough.  My first-born child, the one who exists in her own world, who never cares about the opinions of others, who dances to the beat of her own drum and accepts anyone who wishes to dance with her… this child of mine was in a mood. 

I’m not sure what started it, but it ended with the two of us sitting on the floor—tears streaming down her face.  It showed itself as meanness—lashing out at her sister, at me, at the dog.  In the middle there was a spanking, a lecture, a fractured heart.

And then, in the midst of all that drama, we prayed.  We prayed that God would change her attitude.  We prayed that he would reach out and help her get out of that mood.  We asked Him to make today a good day—that all her friends would be kind, that she would be kind. We prayed for it to be a good day.

And even though I didn't know what started this mood, He did.  I couldn't see into her heart to know where this attitude was coming from, but He could.  I was the mother who was frustrated and rushed.  He was understanding and compassionate, and in the blink of an eye, He changed her attitude.

And then we got in the car and turned up Mandisa’s Good Morning as loud as it would go.  And we sang and we danced all the way to school.

Sometimes, even as adults, we wake up in a mood.  And the only thing we can do is pray.  We can’t change our attitudes, but God can.  And this morning, my beautiful first-born was my real-life example of His power to change us.