Of Butterflies and Second Chances

So I have been thinking a lot about yesterdays blog and all the feelings I had yesterday.  Pretty negative stuff and that just isn't me.  I am pretty much a happy camper and I don't like to be angry.  Well...I still am.  The thing is, that the more time goes by and the more I calm down, I realize that first and foremost I am a Christian.  My blog yesterday didn't really show that, did  it?   I have a pretty liberal view of Christians.  You see a Christian, to me, is a lot like an alcoholic.  * hear me out here*

Christians are trying to be like Christ.  That's no easy feat.  Just like an alcoholic goes to AA and tries to be sober...also not easy.   Sometimes Christians and alcoholics "fall off the wagon"  they start drinking again or in my case spew hateful messages.  But what happens after?  Alcoholics go to AA and start counting again:  Its been 1 day since my last drink....   Christians ask forgiveness and give it in return.  Its been one day since my last hateful thought toward bio mom.  Its not my job to judge her.  I will be patient and kind, I will turn the other cheek, I will forgive. 
I will set the example for my children, for my friends, and for my family.  So for now a poem by Karen Kingsbury 



                                          Of Butterflies and Second Chances
                                         I tell of hearts and souls and dances...
                                         Butterflies and second chances;
                                         Desperate ones and dreamers bound,
                                         Seeking life from barren ground,
                                         Who suffer on in earthly fate
                                         The bitter pain of angry hate.
                                         Might but they stop and here forgive
                                         Would break the bonds to breath and live
                                         And find that God in goodness brings
                                         A chance for change, the hope of wings
                                         To rest in Him, and self to die
                                         And so become a butterfly.