I spent the day reviewing old blog posts–feeling a bit melancholic, perhaps–and am reblogging some to remind myself of where I’ve been.
Yesterday was a mess in so many ways and I won’t detail them all here. But the day’s messes left me wondering: What are we owed? When we choose a church community, when we live in a neighborhood, when we live as a family—what are we owed?
At one point in this day that seemed chock full of mess, I had two kids in the car who were angry with each other. One because she is the middle child and she did, quite frankly, get the short end of the stick when it came to birthdays this year. The other was the oldest child, whose birthday it was, but who has never quite figured out how to be inobtrusive on other people’s birthdays. They were bickering back and forth because one was upset because she got hosed on her birthday, and the other because the other one was making her feel…
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