"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
Kelsey is an editor at Outreach. She’s passionate about fear fighting, freedom writing, and the pursuit of excellence in the name of crucifying perfectionism. Glitter is her favorite color, 2nd only to pink, and 3rd only to pink glitter.
"No one saw you, when a snoring exhausted man lay next to you, so the night shift was yours. I know you feel invisible when you’ve changed another poo, made another bottle, had another nipple bitten, made another snack."
I never would have dreamed that my 6-year-old daughter would have shed this many tears already regarding “friends.”
“No, you can’t play with us,” she hears over and over.
"I had never been what I would call 'religious.' I've always believed that there was a god and I believed that there was a Jesus, but I've had doubts. I've been a doubter, before."
