Hey Mama, A decade from now, those hyper little monkeys of yours will be big. Maybe even all grown up. Your life will be VERY different than it is now. You won’t recognize it. Maybe less chaotic. Maybe fewer cookie crumbs on the floor. Maybe less spit-up and tear-soaked (or snotty) shoulders; your clothes

  Hey Mama, It’s kind of interesting to me how when you go to Ephesians chapter 3 and read through the text, you find a strong message about Christ’s love for us. I mean, the writer, Paul, is trying to give us even a mere glimpse of that deep love that cannot even be fully

  Hey Mama, Right now they are popcorn. They are cracker jacks, laughing at anything and everything. Chuckle-heads with goofy humor. Faces that are chunky, crooked smiles, careless hair all over the place. Twinkly eyes because they don’t have a care in the world. Our children. Always our baby, we tell them. We’ll love you

  Hey Mama, Was your week perfect? Did you fail at all? Even once? Were there any meltdowns (from you and/or the kids)? How about grief or pain… any of that? Some of the kids run away or starve? Did the house burn down? Another week in the life of a Mama. A family who

  Hey Mama, I heard something about you that is pretty incredible.

 You have gone through storm after storm. Trial after trial. Pain after pain.

 But in the midst of it, you continue to bless others. You not only do the “bare minimum” with your kids (keeping them healthy, secure, educated, fed, and happy) but