it wasn't pretty

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.