"Truett always had a soft spot for God. The Bible moved him. His heart was warm to the things of his King. He was by no means a cookie cutter Christian but give me a believer who fights to keep believing. Give me a broken man who recognizes his need for a Savior every time. That’s who Truett was and how he should be remembered."
"Mama, if you’re going through a rough season...know that you don’t have to do it by yourself. You don’t even have to know what you need — just start by asking to not be alone."
"At first, there was anguish and grief, but I felt her energy pass through me and a beautiful peace washed over me and filled my body. It was as if she was telling me, ‘I’m OK. I’m not in pain. It’s glorious here.’"
A couple of years ago I realized I wasn’t as happy as I knew I should/could be. I mean, I was happy for my family, time with my husband and kids, our home, and the nuggets of great moments mingled here and there, but something wasn’t right.
Wow, maybe all of the social media accounts that I scroll through with envy really are just like me. Maybe the mom in heels doesn't actually wear heels every day. Maybe the couple who just celebrated twenty happy years of marriage also had a few downs to go with all those ups. Maybe the gentle parenting crunchy mom has also lost her ish a time or two with her children.
