Yesterday I poured out my heart and tears in a blog about my personal grief. If you missed it, please go back and read it before finishing this blog because you have to understand what happened to fully appreciate what I am about to tell you.
In the blog yesterday, I mentioned that I called my precious friend and asked for prayer. She immediately prayed for me – right then and there on the phone. One of the things that she prayed for was my kiddos. Praying that I would be real in front of them in my grief. That they would see the tears as a true emotion but not be confused by the things that they don’t understand.
Neither my sweet friend nor I had any idea how God was going to use this small part of the prayer. Just six hours after blogging about my pain, God made beauty from ashes.