"A mother is the truest friend we have." ~Washington Irving Do you remember being separated from your mom when you were little - in a store or a public place? Were you traumatized as you surfed through knee after knee of full-grown humans that weren't your mom? Or as a young child ever accidentally grab the hand of an adult that wasn't your parents'? Ahhh! The horror! I distinctly remember as a young mom leaving a child (or two) at church and driving almost all the way home before I realized they weren't in the third row seat of the new car we just bought. My defense is I wasn't used to looking in a third row. And while my daughter was very young and still knew enough to go to the safe Sunday School lady, my son (on a separate occasion) was still up in the tree he climbed and didn't even know he was left behind. My husband says he often thought as a preacher's boy when he didn't think anyone was home that the Rapture happened and he was ...
encouraging small acts of love to make a difference in this world