Warning, I’ve got a burr in my saddle today. I am increasingly concerned about how much we allow others to do our thinking for us. It drives me crazy. Too often, I have entered conversation with another about a worldview or opinion and walk away discouraged. When I talk to someone, I want to know them. I want to know what makes them tick. I want to know what makes them…well, them. It is the only way two people can ever truly know each other. And please hear me, I want to know
I opened my eyes and sadness washed over me. I couldn’t believe it. Here we were, on a family vacation, and I lay in bed the following morning sad. Our daughter had turned 13 a couple days earlier, and her dream birthday was to travel to Orlando to spend a couple days at The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios. She had read all the books earlier that year, and 13 years is a big deal. So, after confirming we could pay for it, we took the trip. We had a blast.