.. and just like that I'm better.

It was one of those days. Slept through my snooze button, no time to dry my hair, make-up half done, missed the bus, unfinished notes at work, a client's wrath, my lunch burned in the microwave, two home visits in the freezing rain.. just one of those.


Absolutely nothing going right with my day. I was so ill.  I was trying desperately to talk my mind out of being so preoccupied with all the 'wrongs' of my day, but it wasn't working. I tried listening to some Beethoven to calm me down, but I was more in the mood for Nine Inch Nails. Ya know what I mean??


I texted a few friends and asked them to pray. They responded with truth and affirmations that were so on point, but I couldn't snap out of it. I finally made it home and all I wanted to do was lay down and pull the covers over my head and cry and cry.


As I was grabbing a glass of water, Amy told me that I had gotten a piece of mail. I checked the stack and found this..

"A message from your Sponsor Child" it read. 

I got so excited that I ripped it open from the wrong end and pulled it out anxiously. Sweet 'E' had drawn me a picture of his village. All the colors were so bright. There were mountains, volcanoes, clouds, birds, and a picture of his sweet little house. He drew a sun in the top right corner that had the biggest grin on it's face. 

He wrote me to tell me that he had passed his grade and to tell me that he got to play in the river on Christmas day. He said that he just started singing in the children's choir and that he is learning to memorize scripture. He told me that he had been playing soccer with his friends and had been helping his mother with household chores. At the very bottom, he scribbled this:

-Oración de un afligido, cuando desmaya y derrama su lamento delante de Jehovah- Oh Jehovah, escucha mi oración, y llegue a ti mi clamor.

Which translates to this:

- A prayer of one overwhelmed with trouble, pouring out problems before the Lord.--Lord, hear my prayer! Listen to my plea! 

Psalm 102:1... isn't God's timing INSANE? This sweet little boy (that I've never met but so deeply love) just told me to pour out my problems to the Lord because He hears them.


... and just like that I was better. A little weepy, but better.