Is it possible that the good parts are really the difficult places in life that shape our stories and give depth and gravity to the peaceful moments?
Every day we come across more and more evidence that things are not the way they are supposed to be. What can we do about it?
Jesus stepped down into our mess and took our guilt and agony upon Himself so that I could have a better life… forever. We tried to do the same for two little lives that I still expect to see every time I look out the window at the swings shaken only by the breeze.