I stood before a sight I never imagined. A mess. A gaping hole wounding my plans, my self image, my safe place. As if it were a mirror I never bought, never hung. Only dared one day to look into. Then I looked again the next day and the 900 after that. These words are …
This is of my favorite. This calling. Not because it is easy, or because it is always grand. This calling can even feel lonely, strange as it seems. But it can be glorious even still. Glorious in the riches of wisdom when we seek them and in the grace we receive. An excellent wife …
**Sigh** I have deleted my opening thoughts four times now. A mother’s love. You would think I would know what to say and how to say it, regarding said title. Many things come to mind. Maybe it’s best to get straight to the point. Sometimes we only have enough time to read the point, and …
My Remnants for His Riches 