dear friend,

Why is it sometimes so hard to receive a gift?

What would you say to your mom when she no longer knows you?

I spent the last two days trying to get into an Amazon locker. I wonder if it stayed locked on purpose.

What--or who--do you lean on?

You and the other children race toward Jesus… You can’t say what you’re longing for exactly. You just know you must get near him.

He hasn’t written a hit song yet. He hasn’t built a skyscraper—even out of Legos. Yet I delight in this baby of mine.

Can the hard truth also be loving?

What else ya gonna do, Mama Bear?

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