AmyNoelGreen

I sent my kids off to school today with cotton masks to protect them from the brokenness of the world - a flimsy shield indeed.

I realized that I liked myself quite a bit when I had no one to compare myself to.

If I say nothing, at least I won't make things worse, I think. But part of me knows that's not good enough.

Historically, most pandemics end socially, when people decide to stop caring about the fringe minority who remain at risk.

Your life will be filled with celebrations, and the best ones are never the ones you plan with great expectations.

In all my striving to fill my calendar and optimize my entertainment, I was, in fact, missing out on quite a bit.

We can all tell that the world is broken. It doesn't help anyone for Christians to say, "No, no, the world has been redeemed."

Today, it's not hard to know how to love my neighbors. I am loving my neighbors by staying home when I would rather be out and about.

I have a strong suspicion that when I step into God's presence, it will feel a lot like waking up from the actor's nightmare.

I know how it feels to have to stop praying, to stop asking, to accept the hard "no" that has come from the God you love.

For the most part, the world stopped believing in "women's work" quite some time ago. Every man I know is willing to change a diaper, do the

I taught them the story of creation to try to impress upon them that we should love what God loves, and God loves what He makes.

I am encouraged today not to tune out, but to learn more, on purpose, facing the hard things so that I have deeper insight into how to love