I Can Do All Things, Except This
I Can Do All Things, Except This There was a time when all of my children drank from sippy-cups. You know the cups that have lids? I would see them day after day sitting on the counter. They would need to be filled constantly. My children’s hands would grab them, drink, and move along with their days. Each time I saw an empty cup sitting on the counter my heart would resonate with the void. My heart was happy, but…