I don’t cry very often. Usually, I’m really tired and one thing after another piled up until I break down and cry.
But, the other day, everything was fine. Really fine. I was out on a walk. The snow fall was lovely. I’d gotten my work done. And, I saw my husband drive up. He’d received a phone call and we were told news that shocked us.
I broke down and cried.
I was crying with God. I even got upset with God.
Although my brain was discombobulated, I didn’t doubt God’s presence. But, I was sure expecting God to act fast and get me straightened around.
I wasn’t going to pray for the human situation to change back to normal. I just wanted to know what God would have me do.
Ideas started flowing, thankfully.
My husband read from the Bible to me and angels were talked about. I told myself to know that angels are everywhere, absolutely everywhere, helping, guiding, healing, and motivating all people and the earth.
We received another phone call and the situation that scared me had taken a turn for the better.
Sometimes I just want to cry.
And, I did cry tears of rejoicing and gratitude.