My Daughter's Grace

So this morning I awoke to my daughter wanting me to go in and turn her over to play at 5:45 this morning. At this time in the morning I am not, nor will I ever claim to be in a good mood. So I turned her over, gave her her medicine and went back to bed. Luckily my husband hadn't left for work yet so he pitched in a hand to entertain her for about half an hour. By then Makenzie decided she was hungry and started fussing, and at that point I had no choice but to get up. Now she is going through a spell where she is hungry but every time I give her her bottle she starts crying (I think she is started teething) so my lack of sleep took hold of me and I yelled at her.... yup, I did. I felt horrible and I went in my room and cried. It's not the first time it's happened, and probably wont be the last. I felt like there was no reason in the world that little girl deserved that and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die because of my guilt. However, when I pulled myself together and came back out, she was all smiles for me. It was like nothing happened, and to her there was nothing in the world better than her mommy. It just made me realize I do this way too often,.... not to her, but to God. How many times in my life have I screamed at him, and yet when I compose myself He is right there waiting, smiling and loving me again. This morning I saw just a brief glimpse of the grace of God in my daughters reaction to me. She teaches me so many things every day and she doesn't even know it. I am by no means a perfect parent, or daughter, or anything, but through these small reminders from God I carry on, trying not to look back at my faults but look forward to what God has for me, and everyday I strive to be better for Him, for my daughter, and my husband.