Me and my momma My mom tells great stories. She always has. On a recent visit I asked her to retell the versions of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Jack and the Beanstalk and the Three Little Pigs she told us as kids. She said she couldn’t because, just like her biscuit or buttermilk pancake... Continue Reading →
The glory of motherhood is Christ
Yesterday on Twitter I wrote, "Motherhood is the Shadow. Christians discipling others in Christ is the substance." Today I spent the morning chasing shadows. All the Hallmark ideas about being a mom were a no go at my house today. Fifteen years of raising sons in a hard, "even if" marriage have taught me not... Continue Reading →