Right now I am laughing at myself because I just looked at the calendar and realized that Advent, in fact, starts tomorrow. Not last Sunday.

I am awesome.

In all honesty though, I am breathing a sigh of relief. I just found an “extra week”  I didn’t think I had! An unexpected opportunity to take a deep breath, reboot, and try again. After the stress of the last week, I’d say I could use a little more of that.

Grace? Yes, please.
Pour it on.

Aren’t second chances wonderful?
Taylor certainly agrees with me.

Last Monday, our attempt at Family Home Evening was an epic FAIL.
We ended up sending everyone to bed early due to poor behavior and had it the following night instead.

As I was wallowing in my frustration a bit, there was a sudden tap on my shoulder.
There was Taylor, paper in hand, morose expression pleading forgiveness.

(Translated)
I’m sorry, Mom for the bad choices I have been making. I’ll be better tomorrow. I love you and for now on I will be the best I can be; signed Taylor

I love that boy.

It also struck me how similar his note was to so many prayers I have offered in my lifetime.
Aren’t so many of us just trying to be the best we can be and falling short daily? But as long as we keep picking ourselves up and continuing that upward trajectory, I have faith that eventually everything will turn out all right.

And if we’re really lucky, we might just find ourselves an extra week to start over with.
Here’s to the reboot.

Cheers!