Hey Mama, I see you.
I see you dressing your little ones for church, battling the flailing arms and the subtle restlessness over how much of you the day requires. I see you spending even less time getting dressed yourself, holding your baby as you put on a little mascara, trying to make today feel more set apart than the others.
For whatever reason, I see you going alone today. Maybe your husband is sick. Maybe your husband is the pastor or minister. Maybe he's at work, or maybe he's absent altogether.
I see how you sigh as you finally get to the driver's seat, glad for a place to close your eyes for a second. I see you breathe in and out and open your eyes with a little bit of hope.
You're tired. You don't want Sundays to feel like work, but they do. Making it to corporate worship feels like a job, and only God knows how naps will go….Read More