She is the elderly woman in the polyester suit sitting alone in the church pew week after week or the frazzled young mother in the grocery aisle juggling a wailing infant and impatient toddler. She might be the middle-aged divorcee’ who envies every couple in a...
I was such a people pleaser and in trying to be everything to everyone else, I have little idea of who I am. Her words, full of regret and confusion, describe me only a few years ago. At times—even after years of seeking wise counsel and prayer—I still struggle with...
In a moment of clarity–or desperation–mom took things into her own hands. She clipped, trimmed, and stood back to view her work. There before her stood four little boys–each with a numeral cut into his hair. Nobody would mistake number one for...