We call it many different things. A “white lie”, “twisting” or “stretching” the truth, “impression management”
Our second daughter, Evelyn, was sent home sick from school yesterday.
Last night I realized that my current favorite worship song requires only 4 chords on the guitar!!! Needless to say I spent a little while worshipping and crying because, let’s be honest… who doesn’t cry when Reckless Love comes on?!
Six years and one day ago I was baptized. Spiritually, I felt like the chic in this photo… but with really cold bubbles ’cause my pastor thought it was funny to dunk us in freezing water. (Just kidding, but it was legit COLD!)
Waiting for us at the end of my husband’s year long deployment was a loving reunion embroidered with hints of tears, fears and relief.
I grew up in an environment where complaining was considered “expression” right along with curse-words.
We are afraid, somewhere deep down, that we will be intentionally left out, neglected, or worse… that no one will even see us.