The Blessing of a Bad Mood

Confession time: I can count on one finger the amount of times I’ve gone to church in a mood as sour as I was in this past Sunday.

Seriously. I’m not being melodramatic. I was in a funk.

My girls were wonderful and ready to go on time.

Lincoln however was not.

He was seemingly on a mission to be as difficult as possible.

Tantrum after tantrum was unleashed.

Add that to an overly tired dad and a busy week of driving to and from Children’s Hospital for our youngest and you have the perfect storm of bad moods.
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