The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
I'm not sure where it went wrong.
We have a routine.
Every night, we sit down for dinner as a family. We light the candles in our Advent wreath. I get out the day's ornament for the Jesse tree, and I find the reading that goes along with it.
The tradition is genuine and sincere and comfortable.
Tonight, my perfect routine fell apart.
I was reading about shepherds and kings. The story was about David the little shepherd and David the songwriter. It included the children's version of the 23rd Psalm; God will be our shepherd no matter what.
The words moved me as I read them. Protection. Love. Never being alone.
Apparently, Joe and my children did not share my feelings.
Without warning, fracas erupted.
Joe put Grace in a headlock. She giggled and jiggled. Allie was clapping her hands and laughing a great big belly laugh.
All while I was reading,
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Having been a high school teacher for ten years, I have lots of practice at ignoring the fracas. That's exactly what I did.
I kept reading.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
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