It was ugly.
There was a bee sting and disobedient children followed by a sudden realization that all was not well. Disappointment, frustration, harsh words, and fear all balled up into one, a wound ripped open in the midst of a beautiful day. All thoughts of fun or enjoyment fled.
And the children were watching.
And I felt stuck.
I didn’t want to go to the beach anymore. I didn’t want to spend another second within a five-foot radius of him. I wanted to admit defeat, to go home and sob in my bed, alone.
But the children were there, conspicuously quiet in their seats, and everyone was waiting for me. We could either go to the beach and hope for redemption or we could suffer in silence for hours on the drive home. I didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t leave either.
I didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t leave either. A rock and a hard place. And the children were waiting in the backseats.
And the children were waiting in the backseats.
A war wages within, and I feel helpless to call a truce.
It’s the same scenario we all face on a daily basis – a choice. Do we give in to feelings and temptation, or do we obey our Father who knows best?
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