Today has been one of those days where my patience is being severely tested in many different areas. I wish I could say I was coming close to passing for at least one of the tests, but that would, unfortunately, be a massive exaggeration.
But instead of focusing on how I failed, getting more and more miserable in my efforts as the day progressed, I want to share with you the conversation that occurred, which magically erased any grumpiness I could have felt as a result of the kind of day I'd had. It took place on our way (an hour late) to discipleship group:
M: I'm sorry, guys. I had a really bad day and I was very frustrated, but that's no excuse for how I was acting. Nobody should act that way, ever, no matter how upset they are. I shouldn't have yelled as much, or said any of those mean words.
Y: That's okay. It was an accident, and accidents happen! I know next time you'll use happy words.
M: Aww, thank you. Thank you very much. I will for sure try to use happy words next time.
Y: I'm frustrated, too.
M: Oh? Why are you frustrated?
Y: Because I'm frustrated with Frank. (His aunt.)
M: Why are you frustrated with her?
Y: Well, because she's a girl.
M: What? Why is it bad to be a girl?
Y: Because it's mean.
Y: Because it's mean to me! She should be a boy.
His gentle and loving response to my amends soothed away the guilt I was feeling; the following conversation brought a smile to both my lips and my heart. Thank God I have this wonderful boy in my life.