Watching Aiden play for his Select baseball team- he loves it, he enjoys his friends, and it makes me nostalgic for when I played baseball as a kid.
Ryan’s calm this afternoon at the baseball game that Aiden is playing, which has allowed me to enjoy and watch it…and treasure the time with him rather than stressing!
A really beautiful day and a beautiful afternoon. I love sunny blue sky days regardless of the heat.
The kindness of strangers around us. It doesn’t take much time to see good people and kind acts all around us, like a smile in passing or another parent being gentle with Ryan, or funny food vendors, or water offered without cost, or kids being sweet with one another in the playground.
A, a sweet teenager friend from the hospital who is sassy and faithful and spirited, and this may be her final days. She, and her parents, have been a gift and blessing to me and someone who I feel very comfortable being playful and myself.
People finding whatever ways they can to protest life status quo in our world, from the big to the small. There is often more complexity and more depth to a protest, and we as Christians ought to understand since our Christ refused to bend to the dominant culture and societal norms of his day.
The everyday heroes of our world, like those who go out of their way to protect strangers or the people who serve sandwiches to homeless people or the people who give up time to just talk with isolated elderly or the people who fight fires protecting our homes and families. And those are just four types of the amazing everyday heroes that I am grateful for.
The story of Jonah, of which Jonah’s almost drowning story speaks volumes to a father of two sick boys right now. Thankful that Scripture can speak to the unspeakable tragedy and pain in our world, even centuries later.
Recovering from strep throat! For a couple of days, that illness feels bad. But recovering feels just as sweet.
Spiritual Direction as a support in the journey of faith and the journey towards life with God.
Getting control of my anger with Ryan this morning, sooner than later, and understanding that he is only 3 and doesn’t quite understand life fully. I think it was a word I read earlier in the week that suggested that your kid can get hugged even when you or they or both are angry, and that that anger doesn’t disqualify them from a compassionate embrace. It was a needed word for me.
Because even Ryan thinks it’s funny that a dragon eats people…and that he did this all on his own!
Walking Galveston beach with Elana this afternoon, and having fish tacos and crab soup for lunch. It was a nice end to the four day weekend I have enjoyed.
Hearing Stanley Gay share a message about forgiveness that was encouraging, especially from someone who has his fair share of experiences practicing forgiveness in the face of hurt.
Little blessings that I am very mindful of- a beautiful house, safety during Harvey, FaceTime calls with my mom, being able to drop off my son at daycare, a wife who budgets well, and good colleagues, etc. thankful for all of them!
Afternoon naps, which I’ve done three days this weekend (and I almost never take naps)
Ryan’s snuggliness lately, as he’s been coming to me a lot and hugging me, and in a special moment, hugged me with the first uninvited/unforced “I love you” I can remember. That’s awesome!
The beautiful morning out in the park. Sunshine and a light wind is quite nice and relaxing.
Our new residents at St Lukes who are helping us at Texas Children’s. They are a great group, both funny and engaged with our work with children and parents and families. It’s been a privilege to provide their orientation.
The little boy whose hand I got to hold yesterday. Ventilated and hurt from abuse, it was a gift to hold his hand for a short time. There are many words for the experience but it is a sacred one.