I hope that my weakness teaches you something. I hope that when you come upon your own brokenness, tiredness, fear and confusion, that you will be okay with it. I pray that your imperfections won't scare you as they have me. I pray that you won't run from them, but that you'll wrestle with them and you will keep showing up, saying sorry, and trying again.
I was pretty sure my son would be okay, but I was a whole lot less sure that I would.
We both started facing our fears together.
Waiting will forever be a part of our lives and it can allow for beautiful seasons.
But there’s so much beauty in that weakness.
Failure is how we grow, learn and think outside of ourselves.
Doing “nothing” is doing enough. More than enough.
I’ve struggled with anxiety for 20 years or so. While it has been a demon of mine, it has also been a great teacher.
I’m going to hide mass killings and police shootings and snipers killing officers for as long as I can. But I feel compelled to start the conversation about hate and hurt.