The new year clean slate feeling came and went. Along with the excitement over things to come and reflecting on shared growth and memories. I was really looking forward to writing a beautiful post on new ideas and plans for 2017.

Then reality set in about our broken world and it felt selfish to talk about happiness and joy, when so many are feeling anything but.  Honestly, in the end, I am not feeling those things either. I look at my sweet son, Henry, and I feel like the world is failing his generation. I want more beauty and truth for him than I have known. I want him to live in a better world than I grew up in. I think that is what we all want for our kids. Am I making that happen? If not, how do I?

So many beautiful people have spoken into my heart these last two months and I am still processing it all. I am inspired. I am listening. I am praying. Sometimes I am yelling at God at 2am. Sometimes I am laughing. What I do know is that one voice above all others repeats a call each morning.  Love others. Love others. Love others. LOVE. OTHERS.