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Messages from God.

God works in mysterious ways. I think we all can agree on that and that we will never understand his ways. This week I was faced with one of those moments. When you work strollers you have a lot of time to think. Occasionally people have a question on how to get to something, but the majority of the time is spent moving strollers so they are in good show and thinking. One day this week I was day dreaming while working strollers, thinking about CJ and what he would be doing at almost 9 months old. A little girl and her grandma approached the strollers parking lot and grandma began to gather their things. The little girl stopped and told me how she met Mickey Mouse and gave him a kiss on the nose, she met Donald, the Easter Bunny came to her school, the Easter Bunny brought her 22 Easter eggs and lots of candy because she went to sleep early that night ... typical 4 year old rambling. But then she made my heart stop. She looked around and then looked up to me and said "I know God". Her grandma immediately stepped over and I had to tell her it was okay. I crouched down and asked how she knew God and she told me that he was in the sky with all the other angels, like her dog who just died, and that God takes care of all the angels for us so we don't have to worry about them. Let the tears start flowing! All I could do was give her big hug and tell her she was right. This little girl had no idea what I was thinking about, has probably been fed that idea multiple times since her dog died, but picked me of all people in the park to share it with. She had no idea how much it would impact me, but for some reason she felt the need to share it. It was a message from God, I'm sure of it. CJ is okay, he's with me everyday and he's waiting for me on the other side of the gates.

ONE full work week left. That's it. And then 3 days the following week, a "graduation" party with Mickey and Minnie and my program is over. Just like that. It's been one hell of a ride but I can't wait to cuddle my puppy and sleep in my own room. Until another little kid does something worth talking about... I challenge you to reach out to my family this week. Instead of making us the center of your conversation, why not have a conversation with one of us? Ask us how we are, listen, laugh, maybe share a few tears. But please for the love of all things Holy stop talking about us and "giving us space". We're the same people we we're before... we just have more of a story to share now. If reaching out to us seems too hard... reach out to someone you haven't talked to in awhile, tell them you love them, and say a prayer for them. You don't know what battles people are hiding behind sunglasses and smiles. When you do..... #doitforCJ.

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