Family photos are a funny thing. You get all dressed up in matching clothes, hoping beyond hope that you get a keeper. More often than not, life doesn’t cooperate as you expect it to. It started with a grape juice stain and went downhill from there...

🤣 I’m trying to be ok with it. Getting the nice photo is nice, but what’s more important is how I respond...

Our kids will remember how we treated them in those moments, like when those little brown eyes looked at me with such sadness - like they had ruined everything. I could’ve gotten mad and scolded them and made them feel horrible, but I paused. I looked at the stain and said, 'It's okay.' Wardrobe change, and we took some photos anyways. It’s cold. Another child doesn’t like to look at the camera. Someone had an accident. Clothes ruined. Oh well.

What’s important is that we were all together today and got to enjoy breakfast and an Easter service together as we worshipped God. Choose calm today. Remember why we’re celebrating this day. Grace wins.



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