Wow!

I fall asleep soon after creating the painful purpose blog and awaken to the sound of my phone chirping the tone of a text message coming through. 

As I lay in bed allowing myself to awaken a little bit more, I realize that maybe through the eyes of a child my experience was traumatizing, but maybe…just maybe I was overly sensitive just like the situation at Walmart.  

I don’t mean that moments didn’t happen that felt scary and out of control, but maybe it was magnified through my scared lenses.  Perhaps there weren’t as MANY moments of trauma as it seems.  

Then I look at my phone and see a text from my dad…saying good morning 🌞…I very rarely get anything from him so this has to be from God.  

WOW!!