Jesus, take the wheel. As a matter of fact, take the whole ride
Jesus, take the wheel. As a matter of fact, take the whole ride It’s 7:25 am. My youngest son has to be at school by 7:35 am. We are still at home, getting shoes on, and backpacks ready. Despite my tone, no movement. My two boys are on the couch oblivious to my requests, which quickly turn into demands. By this time, it’s a guarantee I’m feeling tense; jaw clenched, sweating, agitated and stressed. It’s the neverending race against time. “If only I had more time”. It’s too much. On days where I can barely keep my eyes open, I still need to come home, put sheets to dry because of a bedtime accident the night before. There’s always something that takes up our time. We do so much throughout the day, we are dead tired by the time our heads hit the pillow, and before you know it,...