I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"To those who are expecting, you’re allowed to be angry, and feel like this is completely unfair. You are not being selfish when you admit how sad you are. This is not a time to 'suck it up'."
"There's power through these verses because they’re God’s words. Change happened. Anxious thoughts began to diminish. Worry let go of its constant grip."
"Maybe it would have been easier if it was a conscious decision. Wake up one morning, pour a cup of coffee and tell your husband that you are never having sex again. But it’s not that easy, is it?"
At some point, between dirty laundry and a pile of dishes, my husband’s jokes stopped being funny. I sprained my neck over how hard I rolled my eyes in his direction.
There isn’t much peace and quiet throughout the day, and when one is trying to focus on some level of the house or in a certain room, you can hear another Zoom call or a herd of cattle coming through in another. So no, she’s not getting to concentrate nor having things able to completely sink in.
