He is teaching me (and I am slowly learning) to stop seeking only Him at the mountaintops in my life but to also find him in the chaotic, dark, and messy trailheads as well.
Domestic solo travel is woefully underrated....Safe and fun travels to you!
In the case of Alfie, the question should not be "do we stop invasive care on a terminally ill toddler?" Rather, it ought to be, "do we want to be a society that stops invasive care on a terminally ill toddler because we think his life is not worth living or do we want to be a society that stops invasive care on a terminally ill toddler because his life is worth living but we recognize that our technologies cannot save him and because we respect his dignity and worth, we are going to stop invasive care because we want him to be comfortable as his body shuts down?"
I'm very much learning that life is not just about reducing stress; it's also about embracing it.
In reflecting on Jesus and His tomb, I cannot help but think of my morning playing Schrödinger's cat with a 3-year-old.
It is difficult to find Jesus in the faces of some of my most frustrating patients... Sometimes, however, it's painfully easy to see Him.
It's hard not to dream of greener grass while you're standing in the brown stuff and to trust that you're not missing out on something.