When

I got back from Cookville?

Knocked down to my knees, crying, begging God.

Driving back I was cool, laughing etc, arriving home was a different story.

When the package came back?

Same thing.

Knocked me to my knees.

Several other times as well along this journey.

Usually?

By the next day I was fine.

Usually lol.

I'm trusting yours is the same kind of love.