You spend the first 5 years scared OUT OF YOUR MIND that you’ve been given this much control over another HUMAN BEING. And you spend the rest of your life watching what control you had, slip through your fingers like sand.
Whatever her reasoning, it seems that she knew what needed to be done and did it. She didn’t over-think it. She didn’t pause. She was fearless. That’s how I would describe her: fearless.
I’m way in the back. I’m on my tip-toes, craning, stretching, peeking, doing everything I can to try to just get a glimpse of Jesus through the crowd. I am Zacchaeus.
It’s All About You
My daughters and I were lazily walking through the mall the other day, and we passed by a clothing store advertising their fall line of sweaters, jackets, and all things pants. On the display window of said store, in bold but discreet lettering, was listed different styles you could find inside. At the end of this list, a phrase caught my eye: It’s all about you.
I stopped dead in my tracks.