Perhaps one of the best reasons to start a blog entitled GraceLaced is the constant reminder and accountabiity throughout the day that I’ve made it known to the world that I am an up and coming person of graciousness, that I desire to be a living testament to God’s Grace, that I hope to exude gracefulness in every aspect of my domestic life. There’s only one problem…I don’t always heed those reminders. “Gracious” is the last word one would use to describe my behavior yesterday afternoon. “Indignant,” “uncontrolled,” “rude,” “harsh,” “torrential,” “selfish”–these might do the job. The blame could be placed on fatigue, or disobedient children, or a messy house, or poopy diapers, or last minute dinner guests, or my husband Troy’s unavailability due to personal crisis, all of which were true…but ultimately, the simple, ugly, ungraceful truth is that I just let my selfishness get the better of me. […]