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Hope

Hope… it’s something I need right now. So here are quite a few quotes that hit me pretty hard (at 3:42am when I can’t sleep):

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
Stendhal

Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change – this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.
Bruce Barton

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at it destination full of hope.
Maya Angelou

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson

Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear.
Baruch Spinoza

To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.
G.K. Chesterton

Faith has to do with things that are not seen and hope with things that are not at hand.
Thomas Aquinas

If children have the ability to ignore all odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them. When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope? We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up, or Fight Like Hell.
Lance Armstrong

Hope is the dream of a waking man.
Aristotle

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
T. S. Eliot

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.
Charles M. Schulz

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.
Orison Swett Marden

Hope is the word which God has written on the brow of every man.
Victor Hugo

Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.
Lewis B. Smedes

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PS. I heart J.J. Heller

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The ministry of the Holy Spirit

My friend Felix sent me an article that I read tonight. It was pretty incredible. I’m not going to repost it because there are a few things in it that make me significantly uncomfortable, so I want to chew on it for a bit. But I thought I’d post a few quotes that were used to discuss the work of the Spirit:

Fifth century monk John Cassian in his Institutes:

“We also met Abba Theodore, who was endowed with the greatest holiness and knowledge not only in practical affairs but also in familiarity with Scripture. This he had obtained not from a zeal for reading or from worldly learning but from purity of heart alone, since he could hardly either understand or speak more than a few words of Greek. When he was seeking out the answer to some particularly obscure question he would pray untiringly for seven days and nights until, thanks to a revelation from the Lord, he reached the solution to the question at issue.

When some of the brothers, then, were marveling at the remarkable clarity of his knowledge and were asking him about certain interpretations of Scripture, he said to them: ‘A monk who desires to attain a knowledge of Scripture should never toil over the works of the commentators. Instead he should direct the full effort of his mind and the attentiveness of his heart toward the cleansing of his fleshly vices. As soon as these have been driven out and the veil of the passions has been lifted, the eyes of his heart will naturally contemplate the mysteries of Scripture, since it was not in order to be unknown and obscure that they were delivered to us by the grace of the Holy Spirit; rather they are made obscure by our vices, when the veil of our sinfulness clouds over the eyes of the heart.”

John Calvin, a thousand years later, in his Institutes:

“Those who, rejecting Scripture, imagine that they have some peculiar way of penetrating to God, are to be deemed not so much under the influence of error as madness. For certain giddy men have lately appeared, who, while they make a great display of the superiority of the Spirit, reject all reading of the Scriptures themselves, and deride the simplicity of those who only delight in what they call the dead and deadly letter. But I wish they would tell me what spirit it is whose inspiration raises them to such a sublime height that they dare despise the doctrine of Scripture as mean and childish. If they answer that it is the Spirit of Christ, their confidence is exceedingly ridiculous; since they will, I presume, admit that the apostles and other believers in the primitive Church were not illuminated by any other Spirit. None of these thereby learned to despise the word of God, but every one was imbued with greater reverence for it, as their writings most clearly testify… Again, I should like those people to tell me whether they have imbibed any other Spirit than that which Christ promised to his disciples. Though their madness is extreme, it will scarcely carry them the length of making this their boast. But what kind of Spirit did our Savior promise to send? One who should not speak of himself, but suggest and instill the truths which he himself had delivered through the word. Hence the office of the Spirit promised to us, is not to form new and unheard-of revelations, or to coin a new form of doctrine, by which we may be led away from the received doctrine of the gospel, but to seal on our minds the very doctrine which the gospel recommends.”

Jonathan Edwards in a section of his writing that he titled “Gracious affections arise from the mind being enlightened, rightly and spiritually to understand or apprehend divine things”:

“Holy affections are not heat without light; but evermore arise from the information of the understanding, some spiritual instruction that the mind receives, some light or actual knowledge. The child of God is graciously affected, because he sees and understands something more of divine things than he did before, more of God or Christ, and of the glorious things exhibited in the gospel; he has some clearer and better view than he had before, when he was not affected: either he receives some understanding of divine things that is new to him; or has his former knowledge renewed after the view was decayed… Hence also it appears, that affections arising from texts of Scripture coming to the mind are vain, when no instruction received in the understanding from those texts, or anything taught in those texts, is the ground of the affection, but the manner of their coming to the mind. When Christ makes the Scripture a means of the heart’s burning with gracious affection, it is by opening the Scriptures to their understandings….”

This opening of the Scriptures to a person is accomplished by “a divine taste, given and maintained by the Spirit of God, in the heart of the saints, whereby they are in like manner led and guided in discerning and distinguishing the true spiritual and holy beauty of actions; and that more easily, readily, and accurately, as they have more or less of the Spirit of God dwelling in them.”

And how incredible is this verse by Dante discussing the Holy Spirit:

Eternal light, that in Thyself alone
Dwelling, alone dost know Thyself, and smile
On Thy self-love, so knowing and so known…
My will and my desire were turned by love,
The love that moves the sun and the other stars.

These passages just open my heart to this immense reality that I feel like I am so often oblivious to. This passion and love for God, this earnest desire to encounter, know, and love the Holy Spirit… This reverence for God’s word and daily reliance on the revelation of the Holy Spirit to understand it rightly.

I’m in an awesome place, working for a great church, but I don’t know how often I actually feel like I’m worse off for having not read my Bible on any given day. My personal devotions are drastically lacking… and I don’t say that as if one needs to read the Bible every day to be a good Christian. I say that, though, as one who needs to encounter God daily. I need Him. And yet I so often feel separated from the feeling of that need. I so often feel like I’m fine just the way I am. Yet I know so clearly that I’m desperately in need. These passages reveal that there is such a greater depth of knowledge of God—a knowledge that is personal, experienced, and tangible—that I don’t feel I have even scratched the surface of. And yet I can say that I have been blessed with every spiritual blessing in Christ as Colossians 1 says. If that’s the case, why settle for anything less than encountering God in the fullest sense possible every day?

When I read these things, I see how petty and empty the things that I give my heart and passions to really are. Compared to this reality—that God wants to know me and wants me to know Him and that He has filled me with His Spirit to actually make that happen—what else could be worth my time? What else could be worth my love? What else could be worth my affections?

Nothing. Let it all die. Let the fading things of this world fade more quickly from my mind, and let the empty passions of my sinful heart wither and die, separated from my heart and mind forever.

Come Holy Spirit. Please come. Take me into Your being and speak to me as You have spoken to so many others. Let me know You with the same intimacy that Christ knows You. May I be one with You, even as You are one with the Father and the Son. Open my heart and mind to see that which cannot even be explained through words. Seal me, fill me, sanctify me, transform me… Take my weak and weary heart and make it burst forth with fiery passion for You.

(Soul:)     ‘Lord, you are constantly lovesick for me.
That you have clearly shown personally.
You have written me into your book of the Godhead;
You have painted me in your humanity;
You have buried me in your heart…
Ah, allow me, my dear One, to pour balsam upon you.’
(God:)    ‘O One dear to my heart, where shall you find the balm?’
(Soul:)    ‘O Lord, I was going to tear the heart of my soul in two and intended to put you in it.’

-Mechthild of Magdeburg, (13th century)

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Ministry is…

Ministry is hard, joyful, heartbreaking, exciting, terrifying, hopeful, tiring, lovely, raw, worship, day to day, eternal, awesome, confusing, renewing, crushing, uplifting, demoralizing, honest, gracious, pride-slaughtering, gut wrenching, and worth every minute. It’s so hard that I find myself wondering what the heck am I doing, yet more convinced that I could never imagine doing anything else.

It’s remarkable how one thing can evoke so many emotions, and I doubt I’ve scratched the surface. Certainly my staggering (read: sarcasm) 21 year old wisdom and experience in ministry could hardly begin to approach a comprehensive understanding of all that full-time ministry actually is. I don’t know the first thing about it; and, yet, I find that I know infinitely more than I did before at the end of each passing day. I wonder if the learning will ever be less intense. Somehow I don’t think that will ever be the case. Perhaps the moment you stop learning is the moment you need to back out and let God fill your position with someone else.

I continue to be blown away the more I experience here at Coral Ridge. I work with a staff that is completely dedicated, absolutely supportive, and extremely fun to be around. I have supervisors who actually want to spend time with me, invest in me, teach me, learn from me, and encourage and facilitate my growth.

I have a boss who has given me an impossible task—something way over my pay grade (or perhaps anyone’s pay grade)—because he wants me to have a real, unimpeded opportunity to make real decisions that could potentially affect the rest of someone’s life. He wants me to experience first hand the emotional toll of caring deeply for someone and having the power to help them, and yet possibly having to watch them walk away unchanged and indifferent. He wants me to know firsthand that I don’t have the power to change someone’s heart and that I’m not the god people need to depend on for grace. I can give grace to people and love them with ferocity, but I can’t secure for them the Grace and Love that can only be shown by God.

And I’m scared. Click HERE to read on…

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Losing My Religion

Reposted from here.

LOSING MY RELIGION

Hey! Hey! Don’t all rush me at once! No, no, I’m not abandoning my faith. Put the pitchforks and torches away… please?!

I’m simply expressing my utter dismay at myself. ‘Utter dismay?” What’s that all about? Anyway… I was listening to the radio on the way home from work yesterday and heard one of the most humbling stories ever presented on the airwaves.

Somewhere in this nation of ours, a dancer from a strip club (I wish I had listened intently enough to know where) passed away. A group of ladies from the local church purchased flowers, visited the club, and expressed their condolences. They also offered to be of any assistance that might be needed.

Guess what? The following Easter service, every single dancer from the club showed up to visit the church and heard the gospel.

What becomes of a story like this? Will they all get saved and worship God the remainder of their days? We don’t know that. That’s God’s responsibility. But the ladies from this church can rest assured they were obedient, they loved unconditionally. The church was obedient… it presented the gospel to whomever God brought before them.

Just a quick thought today… will we be like them? Or do we look more like those who have holed themselves up in man-made monasteries turning up our noses to those Jesus died for… those who are slaves to their sin? Just like we were.

As a good friend once asked, when God places the hurting before us, will we be a sanctuary… or a sermon?

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Marriage: A Covenant of Love

Romance, sex, and childbearing are temporary gifts of God. So is marriage. It will not be part of the next life. And it is not guaranteed even for this life. It is one possible path along the narrow way to Paradise. It passes through breathtaking heights and through swamps with choking vapors. With marriage comes bitter providences, and it makes many things sweeter.

Most foundationally, marriage is the doing of God. And ultimately, marriage is the display of God. It displays the covenant-keeping love between Christ and his people to the world in a way that no other event or institution does. Marriage, therefore, is not mainly about being in love. It’s mainly about telling the truth with our lives. And staying married is not about staying in love. It is about keeping covenant and putting the glory of Christ’s covenant-keeping love on display.

-John Piper

This video was posted today on the Desiring God website. It blew me away. I think I’m going to read John Piper’s This Momentary Marriage (for a free .pdf, click here).

Dear Friends,

Desiring God exists to help people everywhere understand and embrace the truth that God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in him. And I would add, especially in suffering.

Being satisfied in God (or anything) always seems easier when all is going well. But when things you love are being stripped out of your hands, then the test is real. If God remains precious in those moments, then his supreme worth shines more brightly. He is most glorified.

The most meaningful testimonies I receive are when people tell me that it was a vision of the sovereignty and goodness of God that got them through the most difficult times of their life.

Here is one of those testimonies. I tremble with the glad responsibility of introducing you to Ian & Larissa Murphy in this video. Tremble, because it is their story and so personal. So delicate. So easily abused. So unfinished. Glad, because Christ is exalted over all things.

We have a big vision at Desiring God: we want to reach as many people as possible with our message of Christian Hedonism—the gladness of God in being God and in making people glad in him. We have at our disposal the amazing power of the Web. That is our main way of spreading.

But internet statistics can conceal as well as reveal. These are people. Each Website visit represents a real person with an eternal soul. What a responsibility! Pray for us that we would steward our influence well. And thank you for your partnership to make this ministry possible.

Love Ian and Larissa as you watch this amazing story. Pray for them. And us.

Your partner in the greatest cause,

John Piper
with Josh Etter

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Who hit Jesus?

Although I’m a guy, I’ve always thought that spitting was pretty nasty (though many of my closest guy friends regularly hock loogies). I have just never seen the purpose of spitting unless you have a really bad nose cold with lots of phlegm (yum.. love phlegm). And yet, I see people spitting all around me. It just seems filthy.

And even if someone doesn’t have a problem against spitting in general, everyone recognizes that being spit on is one of the most clear signs of utter contempt. To spit into the face of another person is to express total disregard for the other person, making it evident that they are not worthy of even the most basic social courtesy.

I often hear people talking about how, when they come to the Scriptures, they tend to see things they had never seen before even if they had read the passage numerous times before. I had one of these moments this week as I was reading through Matt 26 during a Bible study that focused on the events we celebrate during Holy Week.

Then those who had seized Jesus led him to Caiaphas the high priest, where the scribes and the elders had gathered. And Peter was following him at a distance, as far as the courtyard of the high priest, and going inside he sat with the guards to see the end. Now the chief priests and the whole council were seeking false testimony against Jesus that they might put him to death, but they found none, though many false witnesses came forward. At last two came forward and said, “This man said, ‘I am able to destroy the temple of God, and to rebuild it in three days.’” And the high priest stood up and said, “Have you no answer to make? What is it that these men testify against you?” But Jesus remained silent. And the high priest said to him, “I adjure you by the living God, tell us if you are the Christ, the Son of God.” Jesus said to him, “You have said so. But I tell you, from now on you will see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of Power and coming on the clouds of heaven.” Then the high priest tore his robes and said, “He has uttered blasphemy. What further witnesses do we need? You have now heard his blasphemy. What is your judgment?” They answered, “He deserves death.” Then they spit in his face and struck him. And some slapped him, saying, “Prophesy to us, you Christ! Who is it that struck you?”
(Matthew 26:57-68)

As we read through this passage, it was as if the passage opened up to me and revealed its depths. I’m sure that most of you can remember a time when something you were reading just clicked. It all made sense. You finally could see. This wasn’t a very pleasant passage to understand more deeply… And, even as I write this, the tears are welling up in my eyes again.

Simply reading about the priests seeking to have Jesus killed on false testimonies is tragic enough. To see them treat the Lord of life with such hostility and contempt… It’s truly heart breaking. But they didn’t realize what they were doing, as Jesus later testified on the Cross: “Forgive them, they know not what they do.”

But then they began spitting on His face and hitting Him. They revved up their display of hatred for this Man Who had only ever sought their freedom, forgiveness, and healing. And they mocked Him saying, “Prophesy to us, you Christ! Who is it that struck you?” I wondered why they would ask Him something like that. I mean, He could see who it was that hit Him! They were standing right there in front of Him. They may have thought He was a blasphemer—perhaps crazy—but He wasn’t stupid. Why, then, did they ask Him such a silly question, as if He needed miraculous powers to see who had hit Him?  Click HERE to read on…

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A greater love than this

There are two ways in which a practical moralist may attempt to displace from the human heart its love of the world; either by a demonstration of the world’s vanity, so as that the heart shall be prevailed upon simply to withdraw its regards from an object that is not worthy of it; or, by setting forth another object, even God, as more worthy of its attachment; so as that the heart shall be prevailed upon, not to resign an old affection which shall have nothing to succeed it, but to exchange an old affection for a new one. My purpose is to show, that from the constitution of our nature, the former method is altogether incompetent and ineffectual and that the latter method will alone suffice for the rescue and recovery of the heart from the wrong affection that domineers over it.

-Thomas Chalmers (1780-1847), The Expulsive Power of a New Affection

Two things:

1.) The English language is not used the way it was 200 years ago. Who writes or speaks like this anymore? It’s actually pretty sad how much we’ve lost.

But, more importantly…

2.) Did you get what he was saying? Let me rephrase it: There are two methods for replacing one love for another–we either consider how the thing we currently love is not good or worth the love we give it, or we set our eyes on something far more worthy of our love and are, therefore, freed from the lesser love that previously entangled us.

It seems like such a basic concept, but I’m kind of blown away by the profound awakening this could produce in us if we really lay claim to this–if I lay claim to this. What is says to me is that I do not need to wage war against my sin itself to see it defeated but that, when I set my eyes instead on something truly satisfying and revel in that thing, I am freed from sin by the virtue of receiving lasting satisfaction in an object far greater.

The things of this world cannot possibly satisfy us. We eat bread and become hungry again. We drink water and become thirsty again. We have sex/watch porn and only become inflamed with greater desire without true satisfaction. We do drugs to escape the world and only become dissatisfied with reality, rather than thrive in it. We work 60 hour weeks to have money so that we can finally be truly happy, and our families and relationships atrophy and die as a result. We do good deeds to show others and ourselves that we are good people only to be overcome with feelings of inadequacy and inability in the end. We chase after things that we think will satisfy us, only to realize that we still remain empty at the end of the day. We are distracted by all the “pretty things” around us when they are only shadows of what we could have.

I labor to turn from my sin: my impatience with others, my sometimes gross theological arrogance, my humor that is inclined more towards sarcasm and tearing down than it should be, my lust that turns women into objects for my use or viewing, my lack of faith, my craving for approval, my power to dominate other people, my tendency to manipulate–the list goes on and on. How often do you seek, as I do, to fight the bondage of sin with your own strength and power? And if we do, how often have we actually experienced freedom from ourselves by seeking ourselves as the source of power by which we can somehow rid ourselves of the things we do by default? Do you see how futile that kind of thinking really is? How can we free ourselves from the chains we have made for our own wrists?  CLICK HERE to read on…

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His love endures forever.

Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good,
for his steadfast love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of gods,
for his steadfast love endures forever.
Give thanks to the Lord of lords,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
to him who alone does great wonders,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
to him who by understanding made the heavens,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
to him who spread out the earth above the waters,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
to him who made the great lights,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
the sun to rule over the day,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
the moon and stars to rule over the night,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
to him who struck down the firstborn of Egypt,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
and brought Israel out from among them,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
with a strong hand and an outstretched arm,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
to him who divided the Red Sea in two,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
and made Israel pass through the midst of it,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
but overthrew Pharaoh and his host in the Red Sea,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
to him who led his people through the wilderness,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
to him who struck down great kings,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
and killed mighty kings,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
Sihon, king of the Amorites,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
and Og, king of Bashan,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
and gave their land as a heritage,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
a heritage to Israel his servant,
for his steadfast love endures forever.
It is he who remembered us in our low estate,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
and rescued us from our foes,
for his steadfast love endures forever;
he who gives food to all flesh,
for his steadfast love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of heaven,
for his steadfast love endures forever.
(Psalm 136 ESV)

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Oh, Mommy!

I feel like February 8th is a good day… for lots of reasons. I happen to really like February as far as months go, the number 8 is an even number (and I am a fan of even numbers), it happens to be a Wednesday today which means I’m halfway through the week… but more importantly, my mom was born on February 8th! So I thought I would talk a little bit about my Mom. I may have grown up a bit since preschool, but I think this picture is a pretty accurate representation of my relationship with my mom, and I don’t see that changing any time soon.

Me and Mom at preschool

My mom is someone who I can’t sit with for more than a couple minutes without laughing hysterically. And when she’s lost in the store (well, when I can’t find her…), I sit still for a little bit until I can hear her laughing a few aisles away. And she’s never alone in her laughter. She just brings everyone around her with her into her own wonderland where all the worries melt away for a few minutes while she’s around.

I got up really early a couple times this last Christmas break to have coffee with her (she usually gets up around 4:30-5:00am), and we always just had the greatest talks. I can tell my mom anything, and I’ve always been able to. I know a lot of people who don’t talk to their parents about anything important or feel like they couldn’t be honest even if they wanted to. I definitely don’t have a problem… if anything, perhaps I am able to tell my mom too much! But I always knew that, even if I sometimes forgot momentarily if I thought I had crossed too great a line or committed too great a transgression, I could count on my mom to make things better. And if she couldn’t make things better, she could always talk me out of the dark holes I sometimes feel I am stuck in. If anything, I always feel better after talking to her.

I called her last week around 2:30am after I had some pretty rough stuff happened, and she talked with me for an hour. She later told me that she didn’t go back to sleep, but just sat there praying for me until it was time to get up. That’s the mom I have–one who gives us sleep and prays for hours if her boy is feeling like things are hard and worried things might never go right. And while she prayed, I was able to fall asleep immediately because I knew, after talking to her, that things really were going to be okay after all.

My mom is a loud, crazy Italian (and those of you who either know, are, or belong to a loud crazy Italian, you know they are awesome to be around), and she’s one of the main reasons I gesture like a maniac, talk and laugh way louder in public than most people, and don’t have a very developed sense of personal space. Being Italian, she sings a lot, hugs everyone she comes in contact with, cooks better than most people I know, gets really quiet if you hold hand hands still (since she can’t gesture), and cries at the drop of a hat (sad or otherwise).

A few of my friends got to meet her recently and they all said that, once they saw her, I made perfect sense. Seeing us together, even for just a brief time, made them all really happy, and they were able to see where some of my crazy (and some of my big love) comes from.

I love my mom with just about everything I’ve got. And that’s not to say that we get along perfectly all the time (more often than not because I am being short tempered or selfish) or that we never fight. But, whether we are in a fight or not, I still talk to her 2 or 3 times most days. And while some people would say that they would never want their mom so involved in their lives–they need their personal space–I definitely wouldn’t trade my relationship with her for the world. And I don’t particularly find it bothersome to be completely honest that I am a momma’s boy. Does that make me weak? Does that mean I don’t know how to do anything on my own? Does that mean I’m spoiled? Weak…no. Incapable of doing things on my own…no. Spoiled…okay, maybe a little bit. What it definitely means is this–I love my mom, I value our relationship enough to talk to her regularly (to the point that my day feels strange if I haven’t heard from her or called her myself), and that my relationship with her is more important to me today than it was yesterday and it will be even more important tomorrow.

My mom has demonstrated to me so many things. Perfection? No, definitely not. She isn’t perfect and neither is anyone else (even me…though she might even try to argue with you about that). But she has taught me what it means to sacrifice, what it means to love people a lot more than they deserve, what it means to continually put one foot in front of the other, and to do everything with a laugh and the little twinkle in her eye that I know so well.

This only scratches the surface of who she is and what she means to me. Though I didn’t get the chance to choose her (as no child ever does), if I ever had the chance to choose someone else, I know that I wouldn’t even consider it for a second. She loves me better than anyone I know, has patience with me when I don’t even have patience for myself, makes me laugh and see the good in life and people at times when I don’t feel like happiness or goodness exists, and I am more proud to call her my mom than anything else in my life.

I love you, mom! Happy birthday!

Your sidekick,
David

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