I am always keenly aware of God's hand in my life.

Never was I more aware, however, than I was last week.   

It was Monday evening.  We were all trying to get out the door for baseball practice and a children's chorus rehearsal.   One of my children approached me asking for something they just KNEW they couldn't have.

After I denied their request, the child kept pushing and pushing.  I was priding myself on remaining calm (it was HARD TO DO), but after about the 20th time of their requesting (and by requesting I'm putting it nicely) I just SNAPPED.