My plane. My children and BWIMH. My heart. My plane is parked on a rain-slicked tarmac as the pilot waits . . . and waits . . . for permission to take off. My children and Boyfriend-Who-is-My-Husband are back at home by now, taking a unified stab at life-without-Mom. They’ll do well, but it will […]
Motherhood is Ministry.

See what I’m up to out there…