"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."
There are so many things I know now that I wish I knew then—so many things that would have spared me heartache, grief and straight-up saved me time! I spent so much time dreaming, worrying and thinking about things that would never actually happen.
The years between 1980 and 2000 weren’t just full of water that birthed lazy, irresponsible, hopeless people who rejected God. They were, however, full of Christian parents who preached the gospel but didn’t live out their faith in a way that provoked the next generation to love and follow Jesus.
