I almost pulled over when I saw the sign.
My son and I took the morning off. I had a to-do list to attend to. Cleaning to accomplish. Writing to get done.
But we were tired.
Our family is having one of those weeks where we barely have time to breathe plus I’d stayed up late watching the presidential election results.
So, I abandoned chores, filled a to-go mug with caffeinated tea, loaded my three-year-old into the minivan and went for a drive.
I saw the sign on our way home while listening to my son chatter about “Batman” and “bad guys” and other highly important toddler issues.
Someone had posted a huge wooden sign on the side of the busy road saying:
Kristen, please come home. ♥
I’ve spent two days thinking about Kristen and praying for Kristen.
A sign like that stirs up my question-asking nature. I’m always…
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