“Why does he eat with tax collectors and sinners?” Jesus heard this and said to them, “Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do. I did not come to call the righteous but sinners.” // Mark 2:16-17

“Get your shoes and socks on now, we are going to be late!” I lamented one Monday morning. I had slept terribly, the kids were dragging their feet, and I was out of coffee. 

UGH. 

It was a quintessential Monday-ish Monday. I was snappy, impatient, irritated, and a general mean mommy. Yes, I was tired. Yes, I was frazzled. And yes, I took it out on everyone. More often than I prefer, mornings in our home can be hectic. And this Monday I was particularly grumpy with exasperated sighs and impatient grunts.

During dinner that evening, my family and I sat around the table eating together. The kids summarized their days, laughed at bathroom humor, made silly faces, and spilled food on the floor. Another typical Monday—an ordinary Monday. What started as a stressful and frazzled day, ended with giggles and joy. We had an ordinary dinner, yet it was extraordinary in its ability to remind me of my own shortcomings.

My family isn’t responsible for my mood, nor are they responsible for my reactions. Yes, it would be nice if the children put their shoes on the first time they’re asked, but it doesn’t excuse my impatience and exasperation. Looking around the dinner table and their smiling faces, I asked for their forgiveness for being snappy in the morning. They had forgotten about it, but granted their forgiveness all the same.

It is hard to admit when I’ve faltered, especially to those I hold dearest. But I was reminded during that extraordinarily ordinary dinner, that I’ve been called by the Redeemer. Jesus has welcomed me, even invited me, to His table. Me, a sinner, a grumpy sinner, an impatient sinner. But loved all the same. 

Sister, from whom at your table should you ask for forgiveness?