If you or I are called to some profound, hard work, such as caregiving, there must be a sense that we are the only ones who can do it. Otherwise, it would be easy to tap out and deny the care. In that way, I believe we are God’s favorite one to do the hard work.

For those of you doing the heavy work of caregiving at this very moment, I have felt your pain and struggle. I get it. But don’t shy away from the conversations that you hide deep in your heart. Ask the questions out loud!

My heart, however, could not settle as I watched a young couple in the seats in front of me lovingly care for their son with disabilities.

What changed after Robert passed away is this deep desire to find that connection & self-satisfaction with others to fill that hole inside.

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