I needed that.

I was in the process of my normal Monday morning routine at the gym, which consists of unloading 3 small children, a large double stroller and several bags, when an older gentleman in a large pickup pulled up and started to talk to me. Quite honestly, I expected to hear my "normal". "My, you have your hands full!" or "Wow, look at you! All that for a work out!" But instead I heard, in a most genuine and gentle voice,

"I just can't believe all that you mom's go through. You do such a wonderful job, and I just don't think many of us men realize what a great job you do. Keep it up, you are doing good things".

I gave him a very genuine smile, and I even fought back tears when I told him a heartfelt "Thank You" and that I really appreciated his kind words.

God has worked in very mysterious ways for me recently. On two mornings in the past month I have been shown that he really is watching out for me. One morning he sent someone to purchase my coffee through the espresso drive through (which is something I literally treat myself to once a month or less!) and then the kind man today. It always seems to happen when either I'm already having a rough morning getting everyone out the door...or like today, when the morning was fine, but the afternoon turned sour when Bronson vomited all over himself in his crib at naptime.