I imagine that as we take our last breath, we will realise what a privilege all this has been.
Every moment. Every interaction. Every relationship. Everything.
My daughter, Flossie, turned nine on Monday. She’s an amazing wee girl and it blows me away how much she’s grown already.
Wouldn’t it be better to realise what a privilege it is, now?
What a privilege everything is.
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We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.
Hope doesn’t mean pretending everything is okay.