|Photo by Angela Taylor|
I cried a very ugly cry and verbally vomited my overwhelming emotions all over my husband when he got home from work today. Some of it unfortunately spewed on my two kids who pay attention when I wish they wouldn’t and make me wonder if they hear me other times of the day. Then in the midst of the ugly, ugly moments of me retelling how I cried and felt alone while cleaning out my wrecked mini van, truth broke through the mouth of my 5 1/2-year-old girl.
“Momma, you weren’t alone. Jesus is always with you.”
I was still crying, but inside I was rejoicing.
Because she’s right. And she’s been paying attention to the things that really matter and not just my spewing, crying mess.
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