Blue Days and Angels

Sis took the Babe home today
+ Bliss landed me with the news she could be leaving tomorrow…
+ Sleep deprivation
+ PMS
= I have been crying all day.

Don’t you love that God shows up on days like that? As I drove home from the airport, tears streaming down my face, I thought about wanting a hug from Dad (who lives in NZ) and sifted through my mind to find a suitable alternative for such a Dad type hug.

Answer? Crabman my former principal and good friend. So I whisperd to God… “it would be great to get a hug from him”

I could have gone and sought him out, he works for the same institution as me, but the place is crawling with close to 2000 people at the moment while our annual chick fest is on. But true to God’s form, as I pulled up to park Crabman was there loading stuff into the car. He saw me, put down his gear and gave me a hug, asking me how I was …

*Niagra Falls*

Just like a Dad he took me out for coffee, showed me his house which is on the verge of being finished, then, when I was feeling more together he dropped me off back at the office with a blessing.

If you believe in God, who cares enough to send the very best, you just gotta love that he sees those bad days and hears the prayers and sends angels like Crabman.