You know that smell of burnt popcorn in the microwave? Worst smell ever, right? Wrong!
A biscuit wrapped in aluminum foil cooked until the inside of the microwave literally melts away, that’s the worst smell ever!
The melted-microwave-chargrilled-biscuit smell was the result of my son deciding his biscuit should cook for a good long time.
Two thoughts started battling for what would happen next. Thought number one: Pitch a hissy fit. Thought number two: Remember, Lysa, you need grace so you should give grace.
I felt like reacting out of thought number 1, but somehow I made the conscious choice to let thought number 2 rein me in.
My son learned how difficult it is to rid the house of horrific smells, and I learned I do have the capacity to pause and allow space for grace in my heart.