I’m Positive, Honey.
I would’ve paid good money to watch a video of myself walking through the Target parking lot yesterday – one arm holding a poosploded baby under the armpits, trying not to make the mess bigger than it already was, the other arm struggling to push the tractor-trailer they market as a tri-seater shopping cart, stopping every few seconds to either pull up the preschoolers too-big shorts that kept pantsing themselves or to bend down and retrieve the toddler’s marker tops that kept falling off his fingers and rolling under vehicles. (Tops, by the way, not markers. Just the tops. Perfect “finger hats” for a 2 year old.) I also would’ve paid good money to have…
Even Still, We are Bold
After the Paris terrorist attacks in November, Bob Goff tweeted, “We’re incredibly sad, but we’re not afraid.” I had been scrolling through tweet after tweet of fear-inciting information before I came across his wisdom. Picture after picture of incredible brokenness and uncertainty. I realized that I was afraid. And I still am, truthfully. You can catch some anxiety, too, if you’d like. All you have to do is turn on the news. Belgium. School shootings. Syria. The tornado that had us hunkered down in the closet last night. Each story plants a seed of fear and doubt. Each story has us wringing our hands, wondering how we keep living life in such a…
