Do Not Grow Weary. . . Because it’s Exhausting Being Good

It was a rough day. I could tell as soon as she walked to the car. Eyes down, chin to chest. Something was up. Back home, we sat down together and read the note from the teacher. It hadn't been a good day. At all. She cried. I was perplexed. This was not my girl. … Continue reading Do Not Grow Weary. . . Because it’s Exhausting Being Good

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