I remember those beginning years well. And the arguments that accompanied them. I remember the tears. The doubt of who I am and of my worthiness. When you don’t live in the reflection of Christ, you wear the labels of a broken world. I came into our marriage wearing a…
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Hope for the Mom Who Doesn’t Measure Up
I was racing toward the basketball court to catch my son’s game, when out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the t-shirt that summed up my very chaotic morning. “Mommin’ ain’t easy” The grammar is terrible! But, friends, truth isn’t reliant upon grammar! I could almost…
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