In a few hours, the kids and I will get Tracy from the airport. There will be wide smiles, joyful shrieks, and tearful hugs. There will be wholeness and warmth and catharsis.
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It could’ve been a really, really lousy day, but instead, it was a reminder of God’s ability to provide for us and change our attitudes.
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
So goes a frequent exchange between a joyful Billy and me. He doesn’t want me to reply in any other way, and he doesn’t want me to stop being goofy. Karen often wants me to improvise songs about broccoli from Tennessee or to tell her stories about bacon.
As if to prove the point, she just walked into the office, hunched over, knees slapping her hands, saying, “Daddy! Help me! My hands keep high-fiving my legs!” Continue reading