Not Feeling the Grace

Yesterday was a rough first day back at the office after a long and very full weekend.

There was one person in particular who was a challenge to my sanity.

I was thinking about her on the drive in this morning, praying for patience and grace.

I'm not feeling the grace. Quite frankly I want to respond to her in the rude, biting and sarcastic way that she tends to engage the world.

And then I feel the prompting reminder that has come so often lately - how the things I struggle most deeply with in others that I encounter are also often my own sin tendencies.

So, I'm not feeling the grace. Or the patience. But I'm asking Jesus to send both. Or at least to set watchmen on my heart and tongue, so that I don't respond in kind.