my oldest son’s been reading a Bible on his own, to himself (his idea) for a few days. 

i was havin’ a day the other day.  i know, not uncommon for our household.  but it was one of those that were the level of this kind of day. 

and in the midst of my frustration-crying-snapping-at-everybody fits, i looked over and he was quietly, diligently working on something.    a little unusual for this child at such a time.  i asked him what he was doin’ and he held this up.

i’d like to say that it changed my whole day.  that i was new person.  but i wasn’t.  i still cried.  i still snapped.  but it definitely made me pause.  and consider the real issues.  the things that are important.  the things that are eternal.

Thank you, Lord for your still, small voice when I so needed to hear it.