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Let’s Be Roof-Rippers

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Let’s be roof-rippers.

Where there is heartache.  And tragedy.  And loss.  Let’s not just stand by and shake our heads.  Let’s not watch the news for thirty minutes and then let our days go on as normal.  Let’s get on knees and pound fists on heaven and pray for our country.  Let’s weep with those who weep.  Let’s be the Luke-5-friends that carry the physically and emotionally wounded up to the roof.  And then tear open a hole.  And lift them down to the feet of Jesus.  Let’s not think that our prayers will be lost in the collective cries of the hurting and the outraged.

Let’s intercede.  And pray without ceasing.

[Tweet “In a world of Orlando ostriches and turned-blind-eyes, let’s be roof-rippers.”]

Let’s rip off roofs on behalf of friends and strangers alike.

Let’s be roof-rippers.

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Let’s Be Roof-Rippers

Let’s be roof-rippers.

Where there is heartache.  And tragedy.  And loss.  Let’s not just stand by and shake our heads.  Let’s not watch the news for thirty minutes and then let our days go on as normal.  Let’s get on knees and pound fists on heaven and pray for our country.  Let’s weep with those who weep.  Let’s be the Luke-5-friends that carry the physically and emotionally wounded up to the roof.  And then tear open a hole.  And lift them down to the feet of Jesus.  Let’s not think that our prayers will be lost in the collective cries of the hurting and the outraged.

Let’s intercede.  And pray without ceasing.

[Tweet “In a world of Orlando ostriches and turned-blind-eyes, let’s be roof-rippers.”]

Let’s rip off roofs on behalf of friends and strangers alike.

Let’s be roof-rippers.

Lets-Be-Roof-Rippers

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Went sent our baby girl off to kindergarten this morning, alongside her big 1st and 3rd-grade brothers. But, as many of you know with this youngest baby milestone, it’s not just sending her off. It’s tying up the bow on toddlerhood and the years of baby-raising and little ones and three hours of sleep and fighting for every nap. We’ve potty-trained, paci-weaned, ditched car seats for boosters, and learned to swim. It’s been nearly nine years of not knowing what the heck I’m doing alongside middle-of-the-night research, gut instinct following, endless desperate prayer for wisdom, and peeling clinging arms off of my neck because I know they are braver than they think they are. That baby girl? She was the clingiest of all. All of preschool was marked by tearful drop-offs and swift exits. And this morning, in a brand new school with no one she knew, she showed me just how much she grew in the last year. She walked right into her classroom, sat in her chair, gave me a smile, and began to color. I, as you might expect, cried the moment I climbed into my empty car. I expected that. I didn’t expect to see my tiny little fluff of a bird fly today. To see her so big. So confident. So fearless. So beautiful. But she puffed her chest and spread her wings the way that I always knew she could, and in her own little perfect, kindergartener timing. If you need me, I’ll be basking in the silence of my clean home until further notice (or, at least, until 2:45 pickup).

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