"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."
"The smell of stale cigarette smoke mixed with urine and body odor permeated from his dirty, wrinkled clothing. He’d been known to pass out at the hospital room bedside, after vomiting all over the floor."
"I don't want anyone to ever tell me there's not a God. There is a God, and he works in the most amazing way, and he's touched me today out of the blue. And I'm not even a real religious person."
"'I’m a homebody,' my son declared with confidence and surety. I blinked. First of all, where did he (then four) hear that expression? And second, how did I not know this?"
"You never figure out, until it’s too late...Yet I tried. For 10 years, in fact... I took a rocket ship billions of light years away from who God made me to be. No wonder my existence felt alien."
I told her that God would walk us through the current crisis. She stood up, threw a Kleenex box at me and yelled as she walked out of the room, “Stop talking! Just stop! I don’t want anything to do with your God.”
"Recently, my family walked past a Victoria’s Secret store (which was across from the kids’ playground). I was behind everyone, helping our youngest child keep up, and couldn’t help but notice how the older kids’ eyes were instinctively drawn to look at the pictures of nearly nude women hanging in the window."
