My secret sister didn’t know that I had a rough day. She didn’t see my horrible commute. She wasn’t there as my disobedient children ran rampant around the church this evening (well, maybe she was there, but I have no idea who she is.) She didn’t see me wipe away tears as I drove home, frustrated by my fatigue and limitations. No, she wasn’t privy to all that. But she did leave me a bag on the table at church. I’m not sure how long its been there, but I picked it up on my way out the door this evening. After we got the kids to bed, and I finally got a chance to sit down I opened it up to find, among other things, a grown up coloring book based on the Psalms. She had no idea that the perfect thing that I needed at that moment was some coloring therapy to help me unwind and breathe through the last few moments of my day. Those quiet moments of escape helped to calm me down and bring my turbulent thoughts back into focus. God is good.
To my Secret Sister, if you are reading this, thank you!
In Big E news- he got registered for kindergarten this morning! He was bored silly during the entire process, but I certainly enjoyed the extra time I had with him!