As a child in southwestern Oklahoma, tornadoes were the norm – hiding in the hallway under a mattress or in the neighbor’s storm cellar. There was actually something quite thrilling about it, to be honest. But tornadoes in the dead of night were not a notion back then.
In that home where I belong, I will not mark time by tragedies. I will not mark time at all. I will bask in the good, of a day without night, of joy that falls not between sadness but instead of.
In my own version of a perfect world, all children would live with their biological parents, who would love them, provide for them, nurture them in Christ’s love, and prepare them in all areas for their future success as an adult. In other words, everything would be on earth as it is in heaven. But… Continue reading Less Than Heaven