I long to be a woman of kindness. A woman who breathes grace and peace wherever she goes. One who extends a helping hand to those in need, an encouraging word to those who feel alone, and a smile to those who feel beat down by life.
Yet I often feel far from that.
A day can go by and I realize I haven’t spent an unrushed moment with each child.
Night ends, and I jolt at the reality that my husband and I have not really connected about our days. To read the rest, go here.