I could write pages upon pages about how awful my day was and how angry I felt. I could tell you about my struggle to pray through it even as my stomach was burning and my hands were shaking.
But, I'd rather tell you how the people who love me best were angry on my behalf and it made me feel championed even though there was nothing any of them could do.
And, I'd rather tell you that when the thought of going home and cooking dinner was too much and all I wanted was a baked potato, though I hadn't said a word about it, when I went to pick up Bruce after work, he gave me a hug and said, "I thought I'd buy you dinner tonight. You deserve it. How about a potato at McAlister's?"
That fed my soul.
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