Slow motion

There was this moment today. I saw it in slow motion. Reese, constant in her chatting, spoke over POTUS while I tried to hear. Like audio stretched and decelerated, I heard the tone as it left my tongue and watched it hit her with force. Watched it smear her smile into a confused expression. By undeserved grace I realized what was happening and changed. Lightened my tone. Softened my face. Reached inside for the deep gratitude I have for this prefect last baby girl. And saved myself from folly. She watched me closely. And waited a moment through the exaggerated time. Then forgave me with recaptured trust and joy. I thank God for this rare, small triumph today.

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