To The Five Families I See Each Morning
Every morning, in what many might call an ordinary moment, I sit and watch something extraordinary. Parents standing quietly in the early light. Children with backpacks larger than their little shoulders. Cold mornings. Rainy mornings. Tired mornings. Yet somehow — love always arrives before the bus does. I want you to know that this is by no means a lecture. It is simply the honest reflection of a man whose eyes have been opened by God through the simple privilege of seeing you each day. I do not believe there are accidents in life. I believe every last detail of every moment is orchestrated by God Himself — every encounter, every smile, every hardship, every delay, every conversation, every crossing of paths. And so I know that He has brought us together for a reason. At this moment, I do not fully understand that reason. But I trust in His infinite wisdom. And in His time, He will reveal it. What I do know is this: Through you, God has shown me true love. Not the kind celebrated in ...