It was never about how much we see. The crowd saw. The Pharisees saw. The disciples even had Christ in the boat with them. Being close to the miracle never produced faith. The woman who reached through the crowd wasn't a scholar, but she had a simple faith, and she walked away whole.
I sat on a bench warmed by the summer sun, watching my four-year-old dart through the sprays and sprinkles of water at our local splashpad. Giggles and squeals filled the humid air. Tiny feet slapped wet concrete. Children chased each other through the fountains, shrieking with the particular
Awake at 2 a.m.? Brain on overdrive, reliving every conversation from the day, each one bringing a fresh wave of emotion that makes sleep impossible? We have all been there. Wide awake as time ticks by, still sleepy but now with just enough energy to start feeling stressed again.
I wish I could tell you self-control comes naturally to me.
It doesn't.
Most of the time, I do fairly well. I think before I speak. I choose my words carefully. I try to respond instead of react.
Then there are those moments when I find myself
Before her senior year, my daughter and I toured several colleges. We listened to admissions officers deliver polished presentations, walked campuses with well-trained student guides, and peeked into residence halls that brought back both the joys and frustrations of my own college experience.
One thing stood out immediately: none
