Do you ever have one of those amazingly good cries. You know the type: heavy sobs, snotty nose drips, sluured speech, all of which leads to the ultimate low: the inability to catch your breath resulting in deep gasps for air?
Well, the other night I had an amazingly good cry.
I guess you could say that I've had a few down days lately. Blame it on feeling sick, that time of the month, finding myself, boy issues...blah blah blah. Whatever the cause- this cry came in like a flood, as fear crept in and sadness started to cover me like a snuggie. It was the kind of pain that makes you sick to your stomache. Yep, that kind. As I went to bed, I prayed for a long time + when no direct comfort or answers came I drifted off to sleep. Heavy sleep. The sleep where your head doesnt leave it's place on the pillow and you wake up feeling like you've emerged from a winter's long hibernation to a spring morning.
And when I woke up, I felt God gently lift my head off the pillow and say to me "Today is a new day"... and although the pain of the night before was still there, it had subsided a little. There is joy and peace in knowing that I won't have to live that day again. Life is moving and the pain I felt yesterday will decrease and someday seem like a distant memory.
I have hope, because God has given me today to get up + do life.
hope this is an encouragement.
xo,
cole
first 2 minutes + ready to go.
team MOBIAS.
tons of people showed up.
our little monster.
tobias + beau.
almost done! 
