It wasn't big, but I felt it. And because I leaned into the comfort of the Holy Ghost, today had a completely different outcome. I look back on my day and how much good I was able to give to everyone I love and interacted with, and the good I was softened to receive; and as I sit on my patio I'm thinking, "How did I do it?" And the answer is: well, I didn't...at least not on my own. I know that Jesus Christ's grace actively transformed my disheartened spirit as I worked through my day. I'm grateful I listened to the promptings but mostly just grateful they were there. There's a lot I want to remember about today- booby traps the boys made, Johnny reading "Where the Redfern Grows", surprising Caity with a decorated room, kids playing in the backyard, funny texts from John....yes a lot- but mostly I never want to forget that in my insignificant, mundane world- I'm not forgotten. I know God never forgets us. I wanted to record that.
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