"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"Our children will most likely never know the tears we cried behind closed doors, or the prayers we begged for in the middle of the night. Until they have children of their own, they won’t understand that our hearts break when theirs break, maybe even harder than their own."
Let me tell you why those who ooze passion for teaching are leaving the occupation like their hair is on fire. The old excuse "the kids have changed". No. No friggin way. Kids are kids. PARENTING has changed.
Let me introduce you to Britfield & the Lost Crown, an exciting adventure novel we released in August 2019. It’s already garnered multiple accolades, book awards and recognition, and we’ve begun a nationwide School Book Tour with the goal of visiting 40 states, 350 schools and influencing over 25,000+ students, teachers and parents.
As a Christian who has also struggled with depression to the point of putting a gun to my head at age 21, I am bewildered and bemoaning the loss of his life. Unfortunately, this tragic loss is a harsh reality of depression yet a beautiful reminder that Jesus is greater still.
"I fed my child to a lion... My attempt to raise a child who was kind, compassionate, inclusive and all these amazing qualities we are told makes us great parents, made her prey."
I’ve noticed a trend among Christians, myself included, and it troubles me. Our rote response to material windfalls is to call ourselves blessed. Like the “amen” at the end of a prayer.
