"Lord grant me grace" is probably my most common prayer.
When R & T are running amok around my house, screaming and destroying things, in the name of play...grant me grace to see them as creative, growing little beings.
When R & T are fighting like cats and dogs, grant me grace to stay calm and see things clearly.
When Dave is driving me bonkers, grant me grace to see my own cranky attitude and not lash out.
When my students won't be quiet and seem to have 12,000 things to share in class, grant me grace to respond with caring and love, since that's all they really need.
When the bills pile up and the tuition is not coming in, grant me grace to be patient and rest in the Lord's provision.
When my house is up-dumped at the end of the day, when there's 10 chores that need done at the end of my long work day when all I need is my bed and Grey's Anatomy, grant me grace to see my house with gratitude.
I'm trying. So much of my life seems to be backwards right now, but I'm trying. I'm seeking grace and wisdom and some days, that's as good as it gets.