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I’ve never loved her more. To all those who said over the years, “just wait until they’re teenagers,” I rebuke you. Just keeps getting better. ❤️#aintnothingonnabreakmystride

He’s living his best life. In a neighborhood with both his best friends, they’re the Hype Squad. Our corner tree is their headquarters. They ride the bus together and meet at the tree as soon as they drop off backpacks, playing as long as we’ll let them. This front-yard playground is the best classroom for him; this unstructured time to play teaches him more than any class or practice or lesson. THIS... this is where he learns to be a friend. This is where he learns conflict resolution. This is where he learns how to occupy his mind and time away from a screen. This is where he learns there is a “fine line between friendship and hate” (his words) and how to forgive and forgive again and yet again. It’s where he learns he’s not always right, can’t always be the boss, and also how to stand up for himself. And this is where he learns that friends are the family you choose and choose again. Listening to boys run around the yard wrestling and climbing trees and being so incredibly loud is the greatest sound I never knew I needed to hear. 💙

LITTLE ANSWERS // There've been a lot of big things lately — big requests and big issues and big problems that turn into big prayers. And there’s a lot of waiting for the big answers to those big requests, issues, problems and prayers. Time seems to stand still with the waiting for the answers. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯?⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ But sprinkled along the way are the little answers to the little issues that sometimes were prayers but oftentimes not. Things so little you don’t even consider them, but God boldly answers anyway, pointing out His presence right there in the little thing. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘎𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 2 minutes later the pickup came and we weren’t left with a week’s worth of trash to sit with. Little answer to a little issue I didn’t know I had.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳? 𝘐 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰. Little answer to a little prayer I had forgotten I prayed.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘎𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴. So I do. I feel the sun on my face and the chill on my skin brings me back to center and I exhale. I had been holding my breath and I didn’t even know it. But He did.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ The big requests and big issues and big problems are still there. I alone can’t solve them, and so they are big prayers. The waiting seems endless, and the hard work involved with them is exhausting. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ But these little answers to the little things have been winks from God reminding me He’s not forsaken me and He’s not leaving. He’s right here in it, listening and loving, leading and leaning. Faith is choosing to believe it when the big threatens to overwhelm me. But if I’m thankful for the little answers, my faith grows...and so does my hope.

NEW // There’s life there. ⁣ ⁣ The branches are bare and the limbs look long and light and lonely, but beneath the surface there is life breathing, dreaming, pushing, persevering. It’s silent and slow, quiet and patient, a breath in, a breath out. ⁣ ⁣ 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.⁣ ⁣ In a few months, this life will be evident to the naked eye; that new green, fresh and bright will contrast off the blue of the river and that bubbly anticipation that spring brings will be infectious to everyone who sees it. The birds will sing about it, the Gram’ers will take pictures of it, some slow ballad in a raspy voice will sing about it accompanied by an acoustic guitar.⁣ ⁣ But to see life now — hidden and holy, dark and desperate, lonely and languished — that takes faith. Anyone can believe in new life when it’s freshly green. It takes bold faith to see what’s not there. ⁣ ⁣ 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵, 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.⁣ ⁣ The shadows slide low and the sun sprinkles on the water. The air has a chill and it’s still the dead of winter. But it’s coming...new life is coming. #hopewriterlife @hopewriters