Excellent Things

A wedding photo captured hearts worldwide after going viral online. In it, a bride and groom sit side by side, holding hands, their heads bowed. The bride weeps quietly, and the groom gazes downward. What could it mean? A last-minute argument? A change of heart? A sudden deployment to the front? A confession of past mistakes? None of these.
Corporal Caleb Earwood wanted a moment of prayer with his bride-to-be before their vows, dedicating it to their future marriage. Honoring the tradition that the groom shouldn’t see the bride before the ceremony, they kept their eyes averted, connected only by their clasped hands as they prayed together.
The photographer, moved by the scene, called it one of the most emotional moments he’d ever captured at a wedding. Soon after this heartfelt exchange, the couple shared an intimate ceremony by a lake.
May their prayer for a strong marriage be answered.
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After my prenatal appointment this morning, my husband and I stopped by Walmart in Evans to grab a few items. As we headed toward the refrigerated section, we saw a woman who had fainted and collapsed on the floor. As a registered nurse, I immediately stopped to assess and assist her. She was alert but mentioned being on blood thinners and feeling dizzy. I stayed with her, alongside her daughter and Walmart staff, urging her to stay seated until the ambulance arrived. The Walmart team was exceptional, staying in touch with dispatch as we waited.
Then there was Jason—whose last name I don’t know. Without hesitation, this man knelt on the floor, supporting the woman’s back so she could lean against him. He wasn’t asked; he simply acted out of kindness. Another man paused, knelt, and prayed over her. What I witnessed was pure, unconditional love and service—humans helping humans, unbound by race or obligation. This is real life, rooted in compassion, not hate. ❤️

This morning, I walked my son to his kindergarten class, both of us bundled against the cold, pressed close with other parents and kids waiting for the bell. I noticed you and your son nearby, and when our eyes met, I looked down, hoping you didn’t recognize us. I hoped you didn’t know my son as “that kid”—the one struggling to adjust this school year.
I’ve heard what kids say about him, how they tell their parents he’s “bad” for pushing, hitting, or defying teachers—refusing to sit, stay quiet, or line up. My son comes home saying, “Mark called me bad today,” or “Aiden’s dad says I can’t play with him.” It breaks my heart because I know he’s struggling, and we’re trying everything—school specialists, home strategies, classes, books, you name it.
When you looked at my son and said, “You must be K,” I managed a sheepish smile, almost apologizing for his reputation. I quietly told you we’re aware of his behavior, that we’re working hard to address it. I braced for a lecture or a story about what K did to your son. Instead, you shared something unexpected: your older son faced similar challenges at this age and is now a straight-A high schooler. You didn’t judge—you offered hope, an olive branch, showing me I have an ally at drop-off.
You could’ve ignored us, judged us, or told me what you’ve heard about my son—you wouldn’t have been the first. But you chose grace and kindness, lifting me up in a way I can’t fully express. I told you I’d love to hear more about your journey with your son, and I meant it. I’ll call you, not just for advice, but because you’re the kind of friend I want in my life. You’re a good person.
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