i choose love

i choose love

It was a day or two after we buried Joey, and I was sitting at the kitchen table with our middle daughter Hopie. She was twenty-seven years old at the time with beautiful brown hair and soft green eyes. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”, I asked.

“You won’t understand,” she answered through her tears. “You’ll judge me…” 

what about bob?

what about bob?

For the minimal price of ten dollars on Amazon, I got to help Bob Goff build a school in Africa and in return, he gave me his cell number, appeared in a film about our lives, taught me how to love my wife and children better, but mostly - he showed me a glimpse of what being more like Christ really looks like…  

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