When did love become unmoving?
When did love become un-consuming?
The words from Sidewalk Prophets are ringing in my mind after a conversation with a best friend and other recent thoughts . . . but more on that another time.
I took a personal day Friday, at the cost of my three teammates who had to field 33 third graders each, instead of the usual 25, when no sub picked up my position. I felt too guilty, but I just couldn't do it anymore. So that night, my loving Father and I had a talk.
