Perspective.

I left on my snowshoeing expedition anxious. Thoughts-a-whirling about big decisions and doing the right thing, then I listened to this, and my perspective flip-flopped. I want everyone to know Jesus unashamedly, and at the end of the day that's all that matters. It doesn't matter if the house is tidy and cute, if my kids don't know Jesus. It doesn't matter if my zumba class was full, if they didn't see Jesus in my every action and deed. It doesn't matter if I made Andy's favorite meal and coffee on time in the morning, if I didn't love him like Jesus. I think you get the point, I know I did.