The other day, my four year old was coloring a picture, and then he turned to me, asking, “Mama? How do you spell ‘Virus, go away!'” And my heart broke in two. This past weekend, his grandparents visited briefly–wearing masks, of course, as we all do now. My son, realizing he couldn’t find his, looked at me, panicking, and held a big breath while covering his mouth with his arm.
My heart has been battered and bruised in the recent(ish) past but I still find myself with full pockets of optimism, spiritual strength, and the ability to see joy in unexpected places. I'll join you at 7pm in praying for those known and unknown folks who need it...
My heart has been battered and bruised in the recent(ish) past but I still find myself with full pockets of optimism, spiritual strength, and the ability to see joy in unexpected places. I'll join you at 7pm in praying for those known and unknown folks who need it...