Last night, I was overwhelmed, and crying. And asked God for help. And He reminded me He sees tears, and they move Him. And when we are crying, we are like little children, and we are humble. And when we are humble, God gives grace.
I woke up to this bit of grace today:
Thank God for this boy, my Aram (8). He is such a natural leader, protector, teacher, and caretaker of his three little brothers, but most especially with the littlest. What grace! :-)