Most days I can stomach our new normal and believe that one day it might not even seem new anymore. But some days, I’m just not so sure. I hear a song that triggers the memories of days past. Days when I…
-trusted without thinking.
-laughed until my sides hurt with the youth group I spent so much time “working” with (although it was never work…just joy).
-lost myself in thoughts of the bright futures of the teenagers I was watching mature day by day.
-was unaware of the cruelty of some of the people around me.
-was comfortable with being comfortable.
And I wonder where I’m headed. And how today will look to me a few years down the road.
Today the trigger sounded like this…