The Next Day

I got up and put my makeup on as usual, however I realized I was singing praises to the Lord!
I looked in the mirror and said "who are you?" I was smiling! I never smiled. I realized I was happy! I was never happy.
I was usually crying, or feeling bad because I just finished crying or else I had a pity party for myself. Woe is me! Why me? Blah, blah, blah!
I hate to admit it, but I even used to pray that God would take me to Heaven so my husband could find a better wife and mother for my kids.
When my husband saw the difference in me that day, he knew there was something real that we were missing in our "god-in-a-box religion".
There was an unusual peace in the house. We talked the whole night. He told me to make him an appointment the next day.
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