rebelling against low expectations
I used to be an introvert. When my family walked into church and the pastor told us to “mingle,” dread crawled up my spine. At parties, I sat alone and pretended to be okay with remaining silent. Fear kept me from speaking the first words, and I watched the faces going by, hoping a friend would break away from their cliques to talk to me. I used to be an introvert. In some ways, I still am. But I...
Today is the due date of my little brother. The brother I will never see, never laugh with, never embrace. He was swept into heaven before I could know what his perfectly-formed face looked like. The only thing I ever got to do with my little brother was love him. And I did. From the moment I discovered a new addition was entering our family, I loved him. My heart swelled with excitement, and I...
rebelling against low expectations
