On the Beautiful Journey

I slammed my fist on the table and shouted words from my mouth as quickly as they entered my mind. My hands shook with anger and I stomped out of the room feeling justified in my reaction, considering her offense.
“Out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks.”...

“Ugh. Firnsdhip. (Yes. Apparently that is how you type friendship after an EXHAUSTING week of preparing mentally for a conversation with a friend that you just don’t see eye to eye with. But you want to. But you just can’t.)
I’ve been prepping all day to say it well. To cover it with grace and mercy. But in that moment it comes out all raw and uneven and not at all like I wanted....

"Viste mi aquário?" ("Did you see my aquarium?")
She grinned as she leaned over the side of the platform and stared at the tiny fish swimming in the sludge that filtered its way under and around their house. Enamored.
She is a glass-half-full kinda gal....

This child. We’re trying REALLY hard to get past this stage of shouting, “I BROKE MY [insert body part here]!!!!” with every tumble and scrape.
Bless it.
Besides teaching basics skills like: “Deep breaths, my dear dramatic boy child. You will survive after all.” I am asking the Lord every day to help me teach other lessons. Life lessons like how we interact, forgive, love, and take in the world around...