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She meant well. My friend was only trying to sympathize. Kelly wasn’t the first to say it after she heard about our son. In my younger mothering days, I believed it, too—that I could only be as happy as my least happy child. But now I don’t think it’s true. Content Means Sufficient Because I’m learning…
“We’ve moved on with another player. The offer is off the table.” When that unjust, punch-in-the-gut news came Wednesday, this truth grounded me. It is the only mindset that could possibly convert that (bitter) disappointment into (real) joy
Sometimes pity is a beautiful thing. Other times it’s ugly. Only one thing that determines which it is: Break my heart for what breaks yours, one song goes.
But maybe the flip side is, don’t let my heart break for what does not break yours. Or at least, don’t hold back from speaking truth in love even if it hurts. Like Jesus did to Peter.
Not playing it well. I’m the far left of the herd. We are led to believe that the Author will have something to say to each of us on the part we have played. The playing it well is what matters infinitely. C.S. Lewis, The Last Night I’m not sure if the role was…
Loves that last welcome frets and rubs. That’s how they rise to heaven. We all want that kind of forever-love, that everlasting, never-failing, ongoing sort of love. At the very least, we want to keep our love sweet. I mean more than married love here. I mean all the “natural” loves. But as C.S. Lewis…
There is a time for everything. My time as a basketball mom will come to an end tonight–unless our Eagles pull off a major upset in the Wisconsin state tournament. They could. But I’m preparing my heart for this 15-year basketball season to end. But if I’m honest, the idea of being a basketball mom…