People aren’t always walking away from God. Sometimes they’re walking away from how poorly we represent Him. The world doesn’t need more Sunday Christians. It needs more Monday ones.
Some people talk about their faith. Annita lives hers. She walks into a room and makes everyone feel seen, loves her grandchildren without reservation, and carries her family through hard seasons with a grace and strength that leaves me speechless. On this Mother’s Day, I just want the world to know — I am the most blessed of all.
Letter to my children, I’m not good at saying these things out loud, so I’m writing them down. To my kids and grandkids: you are my legacy, my prayer, and the reason I keep showing up.
You forgave them. At least you thought you did. But some wounds don’t stay buried quietly, and forgiveness is rarely as simple as people make it sound.
I thought I needed more patience. What I really needed was humility, perspective, and the reminder that not everyone learns at the pace I do.
Real strength isn’t always loud. Sometimes it looks like quietly carrying everyone else while fighting battles nobody sees.