rebelling against low expectations
I wanted to do big things. I was the 8-year-old enthralled by missionary stories, the teen excited about “doing hard things.” I dreamed and planned and prepared. God surely had awesome plans for my future. Funny, but the future doesn’t look like I expected. Two years out of college, I tutor and own a small music studio. I watch my friends follow God’s calling: to be a missionary, to marry a man...
I watched a sad movie, but I didn’t cry. It was more than sad, really – it was scary and gruesome, but I just cringed a little. No tears here. Don’t be surprised, because I’ve grown up with this sort of thing. After it rings in your ears and clutters your Facebook, you just get used to it. It’ll be okay. The plot? Little children having their spines snipped – by a doctor, no...
rebelling against low expectations
