I could not have known where that little piece of paper would end up. But then his email landed in my inbox.

I have to strongly fight myself from flinging headfirst into proving to whomever and to myself that I am a good mother. Far too often, I have to pick myself up and remember who and what defines me…and it’s not other people.

I wanted a distraction from the slow drudge of my everyday. Big memories are easier to get excited about than slow faithfulness. But Isn’t a life full of quiet faithfulness also worth remembering?

After serving as a foster mom in India for a year, this single woman bid farewell to her beloved foster children. But for an eight-year-old boy, it would only be a “See you later”. I interviewed Sarah about their incredible story.

This was certainly not what I expected. This was reality and it didn’t fit my lifelong dream of being a wife and mom and staying home with my babies.

It had taken me years to process my expectations and thoughts about parenthood, but only seconds for fear to introduce me to many more questions.