Regardless of who you vote for, what faith you hold dear, or how you choose to raise your kids, people are people are people.
Stepping outside ourselves – lifting each other up, offering a helping hand, a virtual shoulder to cry on – reminds us we’re all in this together.
Your people want to help, but they don’t know how if you don’t ask. Let’s be the type of family, believer, and friend that shares our crazy and loves each other out of theirs.
Dear younger me, I love your flair.
Suffering doesn’t have to mean losing hope.