I stood at the kitchen counter, waiting for the Nespresso machine. Sunshine flooded through the window and the scent of coffee permeated the air. It would have been a beautiful moment, had it not been for one thing: guilt overshadowed my heart. That morning I’d snapped at the kids, rushed through the pre school routine, and I’d not followed through on my intention of going with Luis to drop the children at school. Even though I’d woken up before six, after Bible time, writing a blog post, and doing chores, I hadn’t been ready to leave the house on time. I hadn’t even kissed my children goodbye in my haste…