And even though it would be nice for the people around us to sing our praises, nothing will compare to the praises the Lord will sing to us quietly, alone, in worship with him.
We don’t have TIME for this struggle, too. It’s so isolating. It’s hard to find time to talk to coach about it—our schedules rarely sync enough for more than goodnight hugs and kisses. In the isolation our worries grow bigger.
One thing I've learned over the years is that, especially when kids come along, you need help – even if it's just someone to talk to about some of the "yuck" that comes with the season.
What this verse made clear to me was that the true definition of home isn’t a physical place.
It’s not the house that I painstakingly decorated and kept clean(ish).
It’s not the school whose colors I put on week after week and cheer for until I lose my voice.
It’s not the town where I had all three of my babies, and where we have our favorite restaurants, our church, and friends that have become family.