The first person to pray for us was the driver of the Mack truck we collided with.
We all play this game. What if I would have gone to a different school? Took a different job? Married someone else?
Dear younger me, you are deeply and completely loved.
Suffering doesn’t have to mean losing hope.
I tried to not get too worked up about what it would look like if no one showed up; but thinking about what a thirty-year-old sitting in her driveway at her failed lemonade stand would look like was not a pretty picture.