Most Mondays at noon I have a lunch play date with my two Houston grandkids. It’s not unusual for me to come back to work brushing off grass or dirt from playing outside. Yesterday I met them at Hermann Park and Robert, the oldest, showed me his gymnastic skills. I started doing a Tarzan yell that he immediately tried to imitate and together we made quite a sight. We all have weeks where the clouds of anxious waiting for things out of our control cover our lives and we start to lose faith. And then a shared Tarzan yell with a grandson reminds us of life just behind the clouds. Pass your faith on to someone else this week.
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