My granddaughter cried herself to sleep tonight because she missed her mother.
Mother is in rehab.
At one time, I thought mother was a demon straight from hell. Then God spoke and brought me to my knees and gave her to me as a soul that needed to be saved from her own demons.
"Oh God, don't I have enough to deal with already?"
"No child, not yet!".....(whining/moaning/self-pity)
A card came in the mail the other day.
Mother is encouraging her child to lean on God. Mother is encouraging her child to pray when she is happy or sad. Mother is encouraging her child!
Mother is now a believer...
and so am I!