It seems like yesterday that Connor, Alexis, and I (and occasionally a few others) would get together on a daily basis and talk with such passion. Arguing with crazy conviction. Correcting, encouraging, believing, changing, inspiring, and growing. We questioned everything. We challenged each other, being honest and straightforward, never ‘beating around the bush’ for fear of “offending” each other. And it was all done in love. We were deeply concerned for each other, ourselves, and everyone else in world. We didn’t hold anything back, we were dedicated. I miss those days. What happened?
Luke 8:13 “And the ones on the rock are those who, when they hear the word, receive it with joy. But these have no root; they believe for a while, and in time of testing fall away.”