I am humbled today. As most of you know, I've been kind of absent lately. I've been battling a migraine for about a week and a half. It's awful. It's nauseating. It's debilitating. I can't take anymore. Today I've been in and out of hot baths. I've taken my migraine meds, and I'm laying in the bed. I've cried today, because I just feel overwhelmed with it all. It's been a really stressful couple of weeks. And today, I lost it. I've yelled at my kids, and cried and yelled and nothing makes me feel better. Then my daughter, wise beyond her years, brought me a picture she colored of Jesus. It's a picture of when He called Peter. And I am definitely humbled. Because I am just like Peter. It isn't even funny how much I am like Peter. She handed it to me, and I said thank you baby, Jesus makes everyone feel better. And indeed, He does. I am now laying in my bed, being completely unproductive. But I feel a little bit better, if nothing more than on the inside. My babygirl is laying here beside me, planting kisses on my cheek, and my chubalub (my son) is here with us too. It's pouring outside, and we're watching Enchanted. It's such a good feeling to be with them. I wish I realized that earlier. They are such amazing little people. I love them.

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