Paid to Smile -- Growing through Times of Lament

When my daughter was ten years old, my husband paid her to smile. 

It was family picture day at church, and she just wasn’t feeling it. Normally a cheerful kid, she wasn’t cheerful that day. She didn’t want to dress up. She didn’t want to have her picture taken. And she certainly didn’t want to smile. 

As our turn in front of the camera neared, my husband grew desperate. 

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