Eight years ago I came to a new place. It is not a place of comfort, but a place of blessings. It seems odd to me that in the midst of my greatest discomfort, whether in weariness or in thin places, my heart longs for blessings. But these blessings do not come in the form of a dollar or a day to myself. They come with a kiss on the cheek or a squeeze around my waist or a bedtime prayer. These blessings come from a place I first came to eight years ago. A place called motherhood.
"He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will carry the lambs in his arms, holding them close to his heart. He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young."
5 days ago