latest LITTLE LETTER FROM LARA

Dear friend,

“I look up to her,” a homeless friend told a friend of mine as she spoke to my friend about me. Yes, you read that right. My homeless friend was telling my friend how she looks up to me.

In the past, I might have wanted that. I might have even craved that. The love, approval, acceptance, validation, and the praise, honor, and glory.

I quickly corrected my homeless friend. Not only do I not deserve a single ounce of praise honor and glory because ALL THE PRAISE, HONOR, AND GLORY B...