How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb

Layovers aren't bad. And layovers sans kids are kind of alright, even as I miss their sweet faces. Time to think and pray and cry over YouTube videos. (Yes, I cry over everything now...kill me, please)
And recount all I need to give thanks to God, my father, for.
Thank you, God for a husband who misses me inspite of myself. Who says I bring the pizzazz to our fam.
For boys who are happy when I'm home.
For a church family who loves on me with unmatched grace.
For my parents.
For my tears.
For things made new.
For things made new!

Relationships sometime reform quietly. Sitting together. Watching a movie. Just being in close proximity without taking up arms and defenses. No agenda. Pride put in my jeans pocket. No expectations. Just love and space for God to do His creative work. Many words are not needed. Just a weighted few. Laughing around at table at ordinary moments. Sharing donuts and Coca-Cola. Full stop. Put away the speeches and chess playing. Just be. Together. Listen with a quiet heart. Remember.....grace, grace, and more grace. And you might be surprised how quietly that atomic bomb disarms.

U2 Sometimes You Can't Make it on Your Own