Yesterday, she came home and ran upstairs to play, still in her Tae Kwon Do uniform. I had just told her to change back into her school clothes so I didn't have to wash the uniform. I had also told her to do her 10 minute reading homework. I had also told her to unload her lunch box. She hadn't yet done any of it. I called her back downstairs and fussed at her.
A few minutes later, I saw 2 teardrops. I asked her why she was crying, and she shrugged. I said, "The teardrops are still there. It hasn't been that long. Why are you crying?" She said, "I did it all wrong."
Then I received a link to this blog with a request to pray.
A little boy, just one month younger than Benaiah. From my home church. Brain tumor. Had surgery yesterday. His name, "Josiah," means "Healed of God."
And I spent some time thinking. No, Esther, I got it all wrong.