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.
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.