Every morning felt like a race I was already losing. At thirty-six, with a three-year-old tugging at my jeans and a baby on my hip, my days were a blur of spilled milk, endless laundry, and trying to make…
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As the youngest of eight, raised modest in the Kentucky hills, we knew hard work and Scripture. When God called me into ministry, family questioned this calling due to it not being how they believed. By then, I had…
I didn’t feel like a mom. I had seen my baby for what felt like two seconds. When I saw her again, she had lines and tubes coming out everywhere, and I couldn’t even see her face under the…