I go to him and stand invisible beside him.
Encouraging My Younger Self
I go to him and stand invisible beside him.
I go to him and stand invisible beside him.
Later, a middle-aged, balding man with a goatee came through the self-checkout. He was wearing… and I kid you not… a French maid’s uniform.
All my life, I've trained to be a person who notices and helps when someone is in distress.
I may not have known it, but I have always been free, both when I was a believer and now that I'm not. God never has controlled my thoughts and decisions. The church culture tried to control me, but its only power is what I allowed it to have. I’m free. I own my … Continue reading I Have Always Been Free
If we kneel to honor kings and queens, surely it is also appropriate to kneel before children as we attend to their needs.
I remember one particular child who was pitching a lulu—screaming, grabbing things off the rack, colliding with other people.
It’s interesting what we will blurt out to strangers.
He often said... that I was much weaker than him. I wasn’t strong enough to work as hard as he did. I couldn’t stand up to pressure like he could. And I believed it.
I wanted to grab him by the lapels, slam him against a wall and urge him to be nicer.
Believe it or not, this was one of those “feel good” songs, where people stood up, swayed, and clapped their hands, smiling at each other, marveling at how they could worship and have fun at the same time.