We were just reading at breakfast.Nothing orchestrated, nothing special… and I had no idea Sledge was about to teach me another huge lesson.He turned the page, saw the ambulance, and...
I go back and forth about posting certain things regarding Sledge and his story, especially this one, because words will fail me. It was terrifying and beautiful and heart-wrenching and...
As we step into Thanksgiving week, it’s so easy to rush—to move from one task to another, one expectation to the next, and one mental list straight into the next...
It happens so quietly.You’re walking your lane, doing what you know to do, when your eyes drift sideways.You see someone else’s progress, their pace, their purpose playing out—and without even...
Maybe gratitude isn’t soft. Maybe it’s steel.Maybe it’s not the gentle, polite response we’ve made it out to be—maybe it’s a defiant act of faith in a world bent on...
You know how when you look back and you can see how all the dots were connecting and how a tapestry was being woven together without you even realizing it?Such...
I’ll never get over it.His hands gripped so tightly on the handles with a smile plastered on his face that nothing could erase. Wonder in his eyes, courage filling his...
Sometimes we forget that this—the place we’re standing right now—is holy ground.Not because it’s easy, or tidy, or looks like what we pictured—usually, it looks completely different—but because it’s filled...
