As I posted a couple of days ago in The Joy Is In The Little Things, many of my blessings come and go quickly...but sometimes one can come and just hit my heart in such a way that I can't help but feel the breath of God blow across the fibers of my emotions.
It was a normal day...I was being a normal mom to my totally normal son.
"Get your homework out."
"What are you doing out here? THIS is not your homework spot. Get!"
"No, the PlayStation did NOT just turn itself on. GO GET YOUR HOMEWORK OUT."
"...ok, I'm done arguing. If your dad walks in that door in 20 minutes and your homework is STILL not done, your life will be ending."
After that, he did get the homework done...and then, while sitting at the dinner table, he kept saying one word: "Purse."
Have you ever been kissed by God? What happened and how did it make you feel?
Looking up as always...