It’s that person that you know will always do everything they have to to catch you when you fall. There’s nothing beautiful about the fall. There’s nothing beautiful about tragedy, and depression. I’m telling you, you don’t want to be alone in it. And you think you’re being selfless, sparing people from having to take this with you. But none of that matters. Loving God. Loving people.
What, in the end when you look at it and you say ‘I lived, and I loved it’, what does that look like?