I wish there was a way to know you were in the good old days before you left them.
Full hearts often lead to full eyes. I look around and I see my 8 year old playing with Legos, wanting me to know who is who and what is what; my 3 year old sits on my shoulders and sings The Lumineers with me; and my wife is asleep on the couch after a long weekend helping to lead a ladies retreat. I may have weaknesses, frustrations, and experienced loss, but I feel overwhelmingly blessed.
Personal expression has become a form of entertainment, and that’s very sad. You used to have to earn your position to have a microphone in your mouth. Now everyone in the world has their own little soapbox to talk about what they want. I guess it’s good. What do I know? I sound like an old man, don’t I?