On the eve of the stressful STAAR test, I sit here in the calmness of my home listening to Eli's worship music in his room. He's resting so quietly, so peacefully, so worry-free. It's a wonderful place to be in. It's a beautiful image of the gospel: the redemption of my son. I think about those sweet Zambian children waking up full of complete joy as they skip off to class. I think about those sweet Zambian orphans waking up full of complete sorrow as they wonder if they will get food today. The Zambian women who head to the market to sell vegetables with their youngest tucked in a chitenge on their backs. And I'm filled with sorrow. Sorrow for the broken. Sorrow for the hurting. Sorrow for those who just want more. And I think about the people I've encountered while being back here in Texas. Those who are striving to so radically love Jesus in this cruel and evil world. Those who don't know Jesus and are walking around wondering if they hav...
My yes is His.