Yesterday after I got off work, I went over to see the family. I hadn't seen them since Tuesday morning, when I went over to grab a couple bites of leftovers for breakfast. They were all super happy to see me. I made one of my sisters sit on my back to crack it- and it's been better ever since.
The boss at the deli gave me $60 to go buy new shoes. I don't want new shoes, I just need to wear the ones I usually wear. I'm actually scared of wearing different shoes. I wore the flats the one day, and tried to be super helpful the next by wearing my sneakers- epic fail on all counts. Oh well. I'm grateful for her concern.
He finally called last night. I chattered incessantly about my week at first, rushing through all the stories, like I tend to do especially when uncomfortable.
Then he said he was sorry that I was the thing that got cut out. He told me some of the stories that have happened lately, but he's still drained. Still unsure of which end is up. He told me at one point "I think your prophetic dream is actually happening." I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a solid minute. I didn't know which dream he was referring to. It started beating again when he explained further that it looks like he actually might wind up getting full custody of the baby. That's fine. I seriously dream about taking care of this child all the time. I don't know.
I was thinking more on my relationship with God once we got off the phone and I tried to go back to sleep. I wonder if God feels the void like I felt without Micah talking to me. Obviously he's not plagued by insecurities like me, but what about the void? Curious.
Today and tomorrow off of work. And all has been righted in my world. I can breathe.
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