I meet ppl every day that I just want my mom to hug, because my mom gives the best hugs and some of these sad/mad/anxious/lonely ppl would be changed by her hugs. That is all.
Also I gave my moms number to a stranger today because she needed someone to talk to about things I haven’t experienced and when I told my mom she cried happy tears at the thought of things she’s gone through helping someone else.
Your daily reminder that the insulin I’ve used for 23 years, Humalog, has gone from $21 a vial to $278 a vial with no changes to the insulin or even the packaging. That’s a 1200% increase on a hormone every human requires to live, but my body can’t make. I die in 48 hours w/o it
If you ever want to feel popular or very in charge, just walk around with your car keys in a Lamar parking lot at 10:55. Everyone will want to be your friend.
If someone is rude and hateful when trying to get their point across, their opinion (if I agree with it or not) automatically doesn’t matter to me. Why can’t people just be decent humans? Be kind.
When you glorify a missionary killed crossing a border illegally to share the gospel...
but demonize a mother tear-gassed for crossing a border illegally to save her children...
Maybe your gospel is too small.
Don’t let anyone look down on you for seeing a counselor, taking medication, going to rehab, or admitting that you struggle with something.
None of us are perfect. You’re not weak for seeking help, you’re brave.
Pursue healing, not approval.