“It was worth it,” she shared with a smile, “I could finally see it.” That is what I am holding out for.

Behind us the clock went about its business ticking away at our day, but something in me sunk — a moment weighed down to make its mark on time.

Each time I would place pen to paper to write about my child, I would ask myself if this was a tale of fiction.

We can send our children off on the first day with all the right supplies, but if we don’t send them off with intentional prayers, we’re missing our chance to spiritually prepare.

I know that this mothering instinct — to protect my children at all cost from the horrors and devastations of this world — cannot drive me to run away. No, it needs to press me to consider what I’ll run to.

We realized that we cannot afford to not take our kids on these trips, and so we needed to find ways to make it affordable.