When the sun peeks through the grey sky.

Ive had a few rough mummy days. This is probably an understatement but let's go with that.  Yes. Rough. Grey skies and no joy. This afternoon my mum called me and encouraged me and then prayed for me over the phone. I really love that she does this. It was the sword I needed to cut through those grey clouds. It gave me the lift in my spirit to pick myself up and keep going. We even went out for dinner (which helped as well)! Praise God!