I was just secretly eating tacos alone in my car like any other Wednesday. I’ve been feeling like a reject all day. For real. So then I started thinking about a boy who recently undid my entire existence in his mind because I didn’t want to move forward with him–rejection.
I decided to return grandma’s call on my drive home. She left me a message earlier this week saying she needed to read me something.
Turns out, it’s very hard to drive, talk on the phone and cry at the same time. Grandma read me a sweet poem she wrote about me. Her little diddy mended everything. It’s so nice when someone thinks you’re something.
Jesus won’t let us feel like worthless gluttons for even an hour.