It's a typical Saturday.
Except it isn't.
You packed way too much in.
You aren't willing to let any of it go.
Your middle daughter has her Christmas production at school.
Right in the middle of naptime.
Your husband is at church for the day.
You wake them up.
It is not easy.
They are grumpy.
You are grumpier.
Even more tired.
But in your world rushing is the gateway to panic.
You feel it coming. You don't stop it.
Suddenly your children are living in the middle of a bad Lifetime movie.
With the crazy panic attack mom.
You shut yourself in the pantry to get it together.
Three little ones are in the kitchen crying.
You come out, sit down with them and ask them to pray.
Jesus comes to rescue all of you.
Pile into the van.
Realize that you have no camera.
Because your camera bit the dust last week.
You don't have a plan b.
Rush to school.
They are waiting.
Of course her class is the first one up.
The things that you did that day do not matter.
Your little girl matters.
Singing songs about baby Jesus.
If only you had a camera to capture this day.
Little do you know that there is another mom in the room.
Who's son is standing right next to your daughter.
Who is an amazing photographer.
A beautiful blogger.
But you are too shy and nerdy to talk to the other moms at drop off and pick up. You took the "don't talk to strangers" lesson a bit too seriously as a kid.
A few days later you get an email.
I thought I'd pass this along to you...I thought Lucy looked cute in this pic...
Just like that.
Exactly what you needed.
Better than you could have hoped.
God used you in ways that you will never know.