Today was a "please hold me close, Lord" kind of day.
I laid my problems at His feet (for the millionth time) and thanked Him for his never-ending love. My family certainly wasn't up to loving me today.
They really tried.
I think bawling my eyes out while blowing dry my hair freaked them out.
Like I said, it wasn't pretty.
The day didn't play out like I imagined. Easter church service where I could thank God for the sacrifice of His son. Hugs and kisses from my family. Good feelings. Great lunch at Carrabba's.
Instead, I cried a river worrying about the future and feeling sorry for myself about how life. just. isn't. fair.
Blah, blah, blah. Poor me.
Nope. There were tears, unkind words, hurt feelings- and then there was volleyball?
God's amazing like that.
We went to the park, stumbled upon a sweet group of kids and played volleyball with them- for a few hours. Little Isaac wanted to know if Mandy and I were sisters. He was my favorite.;)
We loved them and wanted to bring them home with us.
God lifted me up through these children.
Thank you, Lord.
I need to read the above verse more often.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."
Amen, amen, amen.
Thank you, God.