On Monday I was running late (shocker) to pick up Millie and her friend Molly for dance class.

I threw Millie’s dance gear into the car and buckled Clara into her seat, turned the ignition, started to back the car out of the driveway when I realized that I would need to take the OTHER car. The mini-van. The car with enough seats for all the kids.

“Darn it!” I said.

“What happened?” responded Clara (that is the new thing she loves to say these days).

“Oh, Mommy made a mistake and we have to take the other car and we are late.” I said as stress emanated from my person.

Then Clara said,

“Jesus will help us.”

And it melted my stressed out heart.

“You are RIGHT, Clara! He will help us!” I said to her (and to myself).

I have been thinking of that over and over again since she said it. And I feel like it was a gift from heaven. Because it is TRUE! He will and does help us all the live long day!

Just so you aren’t worried that we are going to get translated and taken up to heaven –on the very same day, later, when I realized we were locked out of the house and Jan was in the city and wouldn’t be getting home until 10 PM, and it was very cold outside Millie said, in a very cheerful and matter of fact way,

“Damn it.”

Because sometimes her mom says that. Okay. I do. I admit it. And I let Millie know that she shouldn’t say it and neither should I.

We take it all. The bitter with the sweet. The rough with the smooth. The glorious with the mundane. And in the mix a few swear words occasionally get thrown in. Although, technically we are an ANGLO- AMERICAN household and in England it isn’t a swear word. Not that I am trying to justify myself. Just stating the facts.

And the fact is, I am human and not perfect.