"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..."
"It is not even 9 a.m. and you have let them win. Your eyes are emotionless. You are just going through the movements. Survival mode. I know what you are thinking..."
"We dress our tiny tots in shorts that cut into their rear and post on social media funny videos of them dancing like an adult pop star. We laugh and laugh as they twerk, but it’s not cute. Not to me."
So as the girls expressed the same desire as me for sunshine, I called them over to pray about it with me. As we looked out the window at the gray sky and down at my phone at an even gloomier forecast we prayed...
