Thanksgiving Eve

Tonight, you pushed my buttons.  You went into one of your ranting and cleaning modes. You do this once in a while. I know that our lives have gotten so hectic and stressful that its only a matter of time before you go onto another episode of ranting and cleaning. Previously, I joke about it with the kids, "Oh_oh there goes Daddy again" but tonight?  It's Thanksgiving eve!  My time is just as squeezed tight as yours. I was happy to have the coming 4 days off. I was happy that we both got off at 5 today and that we both have tomorrow off.  I can't believe you took that away by behaving that way.  But I can't let that happen. I'm suppose to be a good example. I'm supposed to be Christ-like. I'm supposed to react calmly and respond gently.  But I can't do that. Not by myself.  Not on my own.  God I need you.  Lord, I need to be filled with your holy spirit to guide me in reacting the proper way. In saying the right things. To be loving towards my husband especially when his ways are unloving. Help me Lord. How do I go into Thanksgiving day this way.  My heart is heavy.  My pride is thick. I think he needs to say sorry but he won't do that unless I point it out. Help me Lord. Soften my heart. Lift this burden off my shoulders. Give me peace tonight and a new attitude when I wake up.