“Mommy, can we go to the store and buy food for people who don’t have a home?” I was taken aback by my daughter’s request as we pulled out of her preschool parking lot. “Of course. Let’s do it now,” I said.
Today I'm over on the Nashville Moms Blog where I share my humorous take on motherhood and sleep depravation.
As I watched my daughter sleep tonight, I told God all the things I worry about when I think of her.
Today I'm on the Mom Inspired Show where I share about my mama-hood journey, and the joys, heartbreaks and challenges that come with it. Take a listen! You can find the interview here.
We were never meant to be hardened creatures, simplified reminders of the despair in the world. We were sculpted, with all our complexities, to be living, moving images of the beautiful God who made us...
“Is there something wrong with me?” I said to myself as I left the mother’s prayer breakfast. A wave of loneliness enveloped me in an almost physical way as I thought about how I had been in a room with 15 other women yet felt so isolated and alone.
To hope means we know there is something bigger than us, something that we are a part of that is more than the “now.”