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He handed me a box of cookies & I very deliberately did not cry.

I was tired. A short night, followed by a day outside in the sharp winds, had effectively drained most of my energy. Failure, painfully swollen wrists, and a myriad other little things had eroded my joy. So when he sent me a text, asking if I'd be able to take his place caring for the two-through-three-year-olds at church that night, I'd really wanted to say 'no'.

But deep inside, God reminded me of my promise to let Him say 'no' for me, not take those choices upon myself. It's a pledge I've broken too many times, but today, I stuck to it.

Sort of.

I texted back a 'yes', then proceeded to act out a 'no'.

I thought about how tired I was, and how much I wanted to go home and sleep. I gloomily prognosticated how badly my wrists would hurt by the time the night was over. I whined to myself and to my family. I allowed my rottenness to run rampant until I got to church, and he …