My youngest daughter, PJ, graduated fifth-grade last month (I will have three middle schoolers in the house now—pray for me), and her teacher signed the final email with these words, “All good things come to an end.” Even as I type it out now, that phrase cuts deep like it did when I first read it. Because it still feels raw–through my season of recent …
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