dear friend,

What would you say to your mom when she no longer knows you?

You and the other children race toward Jesus… You can’t say what you’re longing for exactly. You just know you must get near him.

He hasn’t written a hit song yet. He hasn’t built a skyscraper—even out of Legos. Yet I delight in this baby of mine.

Is it tough to trust a promise?

What else ya gonna do, Mama Bear?