Look Up, Child

Numbed-out by the tumultuous few weeks before we took flight - and absolutely emotionally exhausted by the child I aim to be loved-by (wince) - I chanted the words "Help Me" over and over as I pounded the boardwalk above the most beautiful ocean I've ever seen. One foot. Help. Second foot. Me. Over and over again. And then the words I was needing to hear punched me in the gut...

Identity Crisis – Just Call Me “His”

A few weeks ago, I mentioned to my mentor/sponsor that I felt like the Lord was calling me to take a few days off from really real life. Being a mother is my heart and soul. Yet, to my Maker, I am immeasurably more than a mother. He calls me beautiful on my worst days. Which makes me wonder, what does He call me on my best? (Wink. I think it's just "still" His.)