On Sunday morning as we prepared for church, I was not having a good day. Greg and I had been arguing, my body was reeking havoc on me, and it seemed like all I could do was burn bread (mountain pies, biscuits, and French Toast, to be specific). As I ate the “skinny bananas foster French Toast” that my mom helped me make (so I wouldn’t burn it), the TV played in the background.
I have many wishes for you, but one of the biggest wishes I have for you is this. Love. And love with all your heart. Let that love shine to your family, your friends, your teachers, your bosses, your neighbors, the people you don’t even know.