I was laying on my couch feeling sad for myself and crying out to the Lord to make it all better. And then my dad called my name.
You see, earlier tonight, I teasingly told him just to let me know when he made popcorn so I could eat some. And when I walked downstairs, he had made me some yummy, buttery good popcorn.
I am so thankful for a dad who gives me good things and has a tender heart and who loves me dearly. I pray that I will recognize the good gifts of the heavenly Father, who maybe doesn’t make me popcorn, but who distracts me from a meltdown of self-pity.