It was a rough day today. We all have them. I could barely hold myself together but I went to church anyway looking for some healing. I’ve been subbing with the 5yos lately, and most weeks one of the boys shows me some rocks he keeps in his pocket. They’re mostly white quartz, about the size of my thumbnail. He’s a little shy and doesn’t talk much, but It’s clear they’re special to him. Today while the rest of the class was busy with an activity, he slipped across the room to where I was sitting, dropped one of the rocks in my hand, and scurried off — didn’t even look me in the eye or acknowledge me the rest…
