"He took up a lot of space. Moving around us. Weaving in and out of the aisles. Some ladies were annoyed. An old man behind us snickered and under his breath said, ‘hurry up.’"
“I hadn't seen him in nearly 13 years, he was 4 years old then, but everything seemed to fit… I slowly walked over to him, and his family. I slowly approached him, and when he looked at me... I shattered the ice."
"It was a day my eyes had never seen and will never be able to unsee. We sang songs with inmates whose voices carried deeper in to our hearts than the echo of a microphone will ever release."
"My deepest hope is that through the holes of our brokenness, our hope, love and light shine through to you all the more. That our torn hearts can actually stretch bigger now, holding both you and our other baby in it."
"We gave up the things that we only thought were important, like social standing, a large house filled with stuff, and the familiarity of routine (albeit a packed one). In return, we gained more time together, financial freedom, an ability to focus on what's important in life, and a deeper trust in God."
You can cover it with a spiritual veneer, you can call it “speaking truth over them,” you can call it a “parental blessing,” you can even call it “stirring them up to greatness.” But from where I sit, and after what I’ve seen, I’ll just call it probably harmful.
"I like to remind myself that if we are fighting, we are at least still caring about the marriage... So how do we communicate kinder, even when we feel upset?"
