I’m still figuring out how to do life somewhere between these sunscreen lathered and wind-styled extremes...the planned and the purposeful versus the spontaneous and simple joy-soaked.
The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against…
I really thought it was the isolation of a global shut down brought on by a pandemic… or the heaviness of bringing an infant home with six different heart diagnoses…
I guess that right there sums up where I’m at. Still a mother, yet spending my days with children who aren’t my own. So passionate to protect the legacy entrusted…
