A 4th of July story from my family, because gentleness offers its own kind of…
When I was a little girl, my name for The Apostles was “The Apossibles”.
I misunderstood the pronunciation in church and so I called them by the wrong name for years. My dad loved this, never once corrected me, telling me when I finally figured out my error that maybe I hadn’t been mistaken, that love makes everything possible in the end. I hope your weekend finds you surrounded by people whose love makes everything possible.
All peace to each one of you in this season of renewal, of possibility and hope, of love embodied.