The humid August air hung close around me as I ducked under the attic eaves, peering to the left and right. The storage bins scuffed on the wood floor as I pulled them out into the open space in search of a tucked away treasure.
The auditorium buzzed with noise and activity as people arrived and found their seats, waiting for the high school musical to begin. I had been invited to attend the event with two girls who were several years older than me, which, at fifteen, was a huge honor. As the three of us chatted together, a woman named Cindy* (the former youth leader of one of the girls I was with) came up to say hello.
Out of breath, overwhelmed, in the middle of a big city, I glanced for the hundredth time at the route on my phone. Which bus was I supposed to take? What time does it get here? Am I on the right side of the street? Why in the world did I decide to do this? Last year our family took a trip to San Francisco.
I’m sure each one of us can think of someone, either past or present, that has been seen as unlikeable for one reason or another. And if not by us, then by others. Maybe it’s their personality, habits, demeanor … or maybe they are downright rude and inconsiderate of those around them.
From the moment my little son Jude was placed in my arms, my heart was filled with deep, maternal love for him. I had been waiting for that day for nine months, to meet the precious child God had blessed us with. I felt so ready to be a mom. I couldn’t wait to have a tiny person to love, train, care for, and cuddle.