A Lesson from 5-Year-Old J.D. Greear

I have a terrible sense of direction. I get turned around easily and often—and in very familiar places too. My wife suspects there’s a part of my brain that never quite formed; I retort that we all have a limited amount of brain circuits to deploy, and I just choose not to use any of mine on mundane matters like knowing how to find my way in the world. We’re probably both wrong. But the bottom line is that I live with a perennial consciousness of getting turned around lost. One of my earliest ch