By Sara Hagerty In the day when I cried out, You answered me, and made me bold with strength in my soul. —PSALM 138:3, NKJV This one day held incidental moments of aching strung together until dusk like clanging bells on my insides. I snapped at the toddler, not so much because of his behavior as because of the text I received an hour earlier about the friend whose latest cancer scan showed signs of recurrence. That text hung in the backdrop of my day—buzz—as did the regret I had for my sharp tone and hurting child—buzz. I spent the…