He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"When you consider how divisive politics can be and how often we say things in the heat of a moment that can influence the way people view Jesus and the Gospel, Christians must spend time in careful thought before they post about politics on social media."
"I couldn’t help the sobs. I got my boy and we moved to a secluded table and I held him as I explained what was happening... I held that 6-foot 4-inch, 175-pound boy. I rocked him as he asked if he would lose her...or both of them."
If a child is born with a hole in her heart, everyone in our society would respond the same way. We would all say, "Oh, that's so sad! Is there something we can do?" No one would ever wag his head at the child or the parents and say, "You must have done something wrong!"
He said that all the money they had would be spent on cigarettes and other "fun things" and so he would find change in their van and would buy Ramen packets at the store down the street (at 6!!!!).
Oh, you can stomp your feet. You can be angry. But, don’t live there. You can’t bully life. For it is fleeting and nothing was meant to hang around for too long.
