Grabbing the hot muffin pan without a second thought, the scorching metal seared my fingers. I yelp (more like cuss) and the let pan drop to the oven door, spilling it's contents and bouncing onto the floor. I look at the orange goopy mess and am not sure whether to laugh or cry.
It's just been one of those days where I've truly been on my knees asking for God's grace and a refreshed heart. I cannot changed my heart or my attitude through my own will power or hard work. God's grace is sufficient for me even when I cuss out the muffin batter spilled across my oven or cry over the fact that my husband isn't home the moment I want him home.
A friend mentioned Ann Voskamp's book and blog to me yesterday and I've been captivated by her words of wisdom, full of Gospel truth, powerful writing style and pictures that make me long after better photography skills.
I was browsing through her posts tagged with homemaking and point number six in this article struck a chord with me. "