How often do we tell our loved ones that we delight in them? That they bring us a high degree of pleasure? That their simple act of being in this world fills us with joy? Not often enough, I have determined.
I can learn a lot from watching my son, I’ve realized not for the first time.
After a moment’s pause, I replied, “If you want to step into the chaos with us, you are so very welcome.”
Like the biblical saints, the great host of witnesses that form the sisterhood is all around me, even when I don’t see it. There is something holy in the bond of women.
Here’s the thing about Christ’s commandment to love your neighbor as yourself: it’s brutal.
Pausing to count three good things helped me to keep my balance when it felt as if the whole world was trying to knock me over.