Yesterday evening I was busy. Busy working myself into a tizzy! Could have been from a full day and a frenzy to see the family eat before Wednesday night church. The girls and I finally made our way to the car to pick up the Dad and then to dinner. I was complaining, murmuring; I headed down that slippery slope. Then she said quietly and with the wisdom of years and having been on the listening end of such tizzy more than a few times, she said “Mom, don’t be upset.” As I began my litany of excuses, my eyes caught her face, her humble posture. I changed my words. “You didn’t do anything Honey. It was me…my failure and…With grace, “Mom, it’s okay. We have time.” Deep whoosh of breath. I was humbled. I heard her heart. The daughter who I am supposed to be refining and bringing up in Him turned a corner and showed me it has taken. And then it was pleasant and good in the car.