loud. that's what they call me. that's what they say i am. actually they don't have to say anything. their step back and their stare says it all. gosh, you're loud. hey lady, you're loud. i know it. and it doesn't phase me. because in most parts of my life i'm quiet. sometimes too quiet. but not here. not at my son's match. not at my son's meet. here i'm loud. here i'm screaming. here i don't care who sees me. because i need him to hear me. i need him to know i'm on his side. i want him to know he has someone in his corner. and not just him but all the kids on the team. i yell for them too. i'm loud on their behalf. because i need them to hear me. i need them to know i'm on their side. i want them to know someone is in their corner. and i don't think that happens enough in life. where we forget how we look for the sake of someone else. where we purposefully make sure someone knows th
choosing to see God in the unlikely places. it's not about me...it's about Him.