My morning and afternoon shattered like my mug filled with coffee.  Boom! Splatter! Crack! Whack to the spirit.  My morning started off in a chaotic cove that cracked and rushed with suffocating waves of “something going wrong after something going wrong”. I have to admit…A stressful scream echoed my house. Then, I sat and cried because of my inability in the maniac moments to keep calm. I cried because I did not want to make my baby girl anxious who is still packaged and pink-bowed inside me. I cried because I wanted to keep my composure for my dog, Tucker. I cried because I had a moment of brokenness like my “Coffee and Jesus” cup.  I felt defeated by sickness and stained coffee walls. Then, my husband called me and he said, “I felt the need to pray over you, Tucker, and our baby girl.” He told me to put the phone on speaker so our daughter could hear his voice. Well, I cried again…crystal tears of liberation and clarity.  The Holy Spirit lighted o...