"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"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..."
Society is bombarding our kids with these messages anyway, so I’d rather them learn the Christ-centered truth from me than the culturally skewed perspective from peers and the media.
"I was holding a newborn, the symbol of all that is fresh and new and pure, and still I was death-ruminating. It was embarrassing, and paralyzing, and made a lovely cocktail of dysfunction when mixed with the fresh sting of grief."
