Inspirational

At a hospital where I worked there was a lady in the kitchen who just seemed to hate life. She was always frowning, and if you tried to ask for some food she would look up at you with glaring eyes that made it seem like you asked for her firstborn child. She always looked so put upon, so frustrated, and like she would rather be anywhere than there.

"I notice a rubber mat in the bottom of it and for whatever reason, I pull it out. To my surprise, I find this envelope with this letter inside. I won't lie, I shed a few tears."

My girls didn’t have any Easter dresses. They didn’t have any pantyhose or patent leather shoes. No flower hats with matching purses. And that was okay. Here’s what we had instead.

"Sadly, by the time these boys had gone through high school, the shift had happened. There was a sharp retreat..."

She was a voice for the voiceless, a lover of the least-loved, and a woman who carried the wisdom of God in her pocket.

Over the past year, we had gotten weary of the daily grind that was called the American Dream. It seemed crazy to work all the time for a huge house you didn’t even have time to enjoy, rush here and there to multiple obligations, and spend more time on to-do lists then you did simply enjoying each other’s company. So that’s changing for us.

"It really hit me, so I called the sheriff’s department, I was crying.”

"I get it. I know the feeling. That gut-wrenching, hard to breathe feeling. Because I was that girl..."