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.
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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.
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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.
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Perspective.
The cross.
The King.
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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.
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Super Bowl aside,
Perspective.


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