His stomach once hungry, she offered Him her milk. His diaper soiled, she wiped Him clean. A scraped knee, nightmare, or hurt feeling, her kiss made it all better. Through each small act of love, Mary raised the Son of God. His stomach again hungry, one prepared Him a meal. His heart longing to share Good News, one sat and listened. His body weary from travel, preaching, and healing, they offered him a beautiful home for rest, relationship, and rejuvenation. Through each act
When I'm not wife-ing, mom-ing, or youth minister-ing, I enjoy writing. This blog is filled with my reflections on faith, culture, and the pursuit of holiness in the midst of everyday life.