I struggle most with intentionally loving my family. Somehow patience, grace, forgiveness — is all out the window when I encounter my family. What’s often left to them is frustration, anger, and bitterness.
It shouldn’t be like this. I know I should be the light, the transformed daughter. Instead, time and time again, I am reminded of my failure to be the loving Christian in a family that doesn’t know Christ.
All I can hope and pray for is that tomorrow I’ll be better.