It was that day yesterday.
The day that I stress out about for weeks.
The day I get everything together, ordered, scheduled, ready to go for about 220 people to eat really yummy food and play some softball.
I was trying to sit with my feelings and understand them better.
Yes, I get stressed out.
Yes, I worry about everything being just right.
But, there always seems to be something more that eats at me.
I realized that I miss P extra on these days.
I always feel him close to me, but on these days I really just want him to get permission to come visit from Heaven for a couple of hours.
I want to see him and talk to him and laugh with him and watch him play ball with his guys.
He loved it.
They loved it.
I loved it.
So, yesterday morning I said a prayer.
I asked that P be allowed to come be with us for a couple of hours.
And, he was.
He even rained on us for 30 seconds.
I was like, "Really?!?!"
Then it stopped and the guys played ball.
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