“Momma,” he called from the dark bedroom. “Is Jesus here?”
“Yes, Justin.”
“Ok, don’t worry Mom, we just can’t see Him,” he shouted from his bed.
I plopped down on the sofa, letting Justin’s words reverberate in the frayed edges of my mind. What he so blithely acknowledged and accepted I needed in every part of my being. I needed to know that yes, Jesus was here.
In the midst of my mommy chaos,…
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