Noticing. Five

All I want for Mother’s Day is to not have to be in charge of anything. No grocery shopping, no chores, no schedules, no finances, no cooking. That and a frosty glass of dry cider. He chooses me regardless of how petty, stupid, or dramatic I’m being (which is a lot lately). Again and again. Every time. Trying to learn the difference between offering my expertise and acting too big for my britches . What if I could look at myself—my body, my heart, my mind, my soul—the way God sees me? I alre...