Halftime Show Woes

For your daily dose of reality check: my half time show was calling 911 for my daughter who was struggling to breathe.

Stop.

Breathe.

Didn’t that feel good.

Let’s take a moment to thank God we can sit upright on the soft, squishy, cushions of our fluffy couches in our safe homes and loud superbowl parties.

There’s no bullets at our doors, no bombs in the background, and hopefully for you, not a halftime show of paramedics and firefighters getting your kid to the safety of a hospital to breathe.

Perspective.

Breathe.

Rest.

Perspective.

The cross.

The King.

The Ancient of Days.

The worthy endeavor:

To follow the King of Kings. The servant to the least of these, the lover of all the beautifully broken. The one who speaks life.

Super Bowl aside,

Perspective.

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