As I walked along the sidewalk at the airport today, my undisciplined eyes rested upon a woman hurriedly making her way to curbside check-in, two young children following close upon her heels. Before I realized it, my eyes had scanned her from head to toe for a prolonged gaze. I liked what I was seeing, her fashionable boots, tailored outfit and pace that did not translate into annoyance over her children who no doubt slowed her down in spite of compliance.
At that moment, I realized she had been watching my study of her, and she responded with the warmest smile. "She knows she looks fantastic", was my immediate thought. She heard the right dialogue deep in her spirit.
And then I thought about all the times I had chosen a different interpretation in the past as I imagined what others were thinking about me, with my children in tow. It doesn't really matter what others are thinking, but what does matter is my own internal dialogue, and how that dialogue impacts my own countenance reflected to others.
And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.
Two of our three children have Tourette's Syndrome as well as a few other co-morbidities, inherited neuropsychiatric disorders. I'm still happily married, love life and want to share encouragement bringing hope, humor and insight into the process of raising children who are different.