China was what I imagined it would be, yet the people and countryside touched a deeper part of me, the part to which only Christ had access.
What brings me to life? I could say being a mother and end it at that, but it would be a lie. There’s more to me than motherhood.
When I think about all that I’ve read about what it means to be a mother, I am overwhelmed with advice, warnings, other’s experiences, statistics, research. But what if we’re listening to the wrong voices?