Day 5
When I was a little girl my mom would make me Angel Tea when I was sick. I used to think it had healing properties, and there was something so comforting about it when mom brought you a cup of this warm and magical potion.
Really it’s just tea with a little sugar and milk. I believe that it is also referred to as Milk Tea. The funny thing about positive childhood memories like this one is that it doesn’t matter the simplicity of the recipe, but the gesture my mom was making trying to comfort me when I was sick that showed me that she loved me.
Now, a few years later, when I’m not feeling well, with Angel Tea in a treasured cup, I find comfort in the magical potion and the memories it holds.
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My name is Jennifer. I'm the wife of Dave, my favorite husband ever, and the mom to 450, give or take a few. I've given birth to two handsome baby boys, who have grown in to two handsome, wonderful young men.
I do, however, provide snacks, bandaids, a listening ear, emotional support, calls to check in on, and so much more to about 450 kids at the high school where I am the "office lady". So in essence, I have 450 plus kids.
My husband and I live in the middle of nowhere, in the upper left corner of the lower 48, with our dogs, cats, occasional cow, and a stray horse named Amber. In the absence of children in the home, our mixed breed lap dog, who happens to be the size of a small pony, has become our fur baby.
I have a heart for the broken and hurting. God did not bring me through childhood abuse, bad decisions as a teenager and saved by Christ as an adult, to keep my story to myself. I firmly believe that we are not meant to walk this road alone, I mean God did create Eve because it wasn't good to leave Adam alone.
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