One of the most precious hearted women I know, lives on land that grows real food, and flirts with her farmer man all the while typing out words that are works of art.
And yesterday, she invited my words to come sit on her porch for a spell. So, I thought that maybe you’d want to join me over at Ann Voskamp’s amazing blog.
Here’s a bit of what I’m talking about over at the farm…
You know what I’m sometimes tempted to do as a mom? Draw a straight line from my child’s wrong choice to my weakness in mothering.
That will just about kill a mama. Crack her heart open and fill it with paralyzing regret of the past and fear for the future. And that’s exactly where Satan wants us mamas to stay. Paralyzed.
But what if that’s the wrong line to draw?
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