The joy of children…...the drivel continues...

My story informs me, but does not define me. There are only two authors in my life whom I should willingly give over the rights for defining myself and my character. The past is not one of those authors. Neither is the mirror, nor the tabloids, nor social media, nor my job, my family, my students, my church, or my shame.
Thieves come to kill, rob, and destroy. One Author gives life to the fullest. I want to trace the words of my identity according to that supreme, indelible ink.

~A Prayer for the Day