Ever have one of those days? You know, the kind where you burst into tears at the doorway of your son's classroom because it's picture day and you had no idea?
The kind of day where you cry again in the car on the way home because your daughter is trying so hard to make it better and tells you "But Mommy, he was dressed nice!" (And he was. That was not the source of the tears.)
The kind of day where your husband comes home for lunch and you cry all over again. Because it is so freeing to admit to him that you're not ok. And you're in the middle of the kitchen, wrapped up in four comforting arms, two belonging to the love of your life, and the other two to your oldest child.
The kind of day where you cry again when you pick your son up, because he is now crying over a cheap piece of plastic, known to all 3 year olds of the world as a 'treasure'.
The kind of day where you cry AGAIN at home because you realize that not only did you not know it was picture day, but it was also the first "show and tell" and you didn't know so he didn't get to bring anything. And your heart breaks when he tells you with a trembling lip that it made him sad.
The kind of day where you cry out to Jesus for help in the midst of being completely overwhelmed?
And you cry with relief when the still, small voice says "Cease striving..." And you are reminded that He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.
And then later on in the evening, you find these waiting at the door...
...only because there is a friend that wants you to know that you are loved and that she is praying? And you cry because you are so grateful. For all of it...

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