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Quick-Thinking Uber Driver Saves 16-Year-Old Passenger From Sex Trafficking

“It struck me as odd because she was so young.”

Husband Curses Wife’s Boots as He Trips Over Them—When He Realizes Where They’ve Been, He’s in Tears

Here they were. Brown boots, fuzzy on the inside, worn ragged but sturdy as fresh leather, covered in dog hair and the permanent crumbs of family life.

Dear Mom, I’ll Never Be Too Old to Stop Needing You

It doesn't matter how old I am, I'll never stop needing you mom.

Three Simple Words Every Parent Should Whisper When the Worries of the World Creep In

It was the end of the day, and as I gathered up my youngest daughter for bedtime I realized I was tired too. But it wasn’t just a physical fatigue, though my eyes felt gritty. It was an emotional weariness. I had a handful of problems worrying me, and like rocks in your pocket, after you gather so many they start to weigh you down.

Come to Poppa. 

I felt the call to lay it all down, and I smiled at the thought of surrender. It was all about trust, you know?

Earlier that day I had put the same baby daughter down for a nap. She seemed so soundly asleep, and I slipped swiftly out of the room while visions of steamy showers filled my senses. I was a sucker for hot water and hair conditioner, but as soon as I let the spray soak my tresses I heard her bawling plea. “Come get me!” her cries screamed, and I jumped out of the shower slip-sliding my way to her side before she fell from the bed.

I won’t lie; I was mad. I was mad that she had napped for less than 15 minutes. I was mad that I was wet and freezing. And I was mad that I never had a moment just for me. I honestly wanted to scream at that baby right that moment, but then she did something that changed it all around. She leaned herself into my body, and she rested her small head on my chest.

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It wasn’t just the laying her head on me either. It was the whole act of it, the way it felt, what it implied. Her body was limp. She was in a position of complete abandonment and total surrender. She was exhausted, and her posture showed it. She fell into me, her full weight rested against me, and the feeling of absolute trust was palpable.

Her tiny trusting body felt so wonderful pressed against mine that I kissed the top of her head. Once, twice, then again, and I just held her. I held her until she was done resting in me.

Come to Poppa. 

Brie Gowen
Brie Gowenhttp://briegowen.com/
Brie Gowen is a 30-something (sliding ever closer to 40-something) wife and mother. When she’s not loving on her hubby, chasing after the toddler or playing princess with her four-year-old, she enjoys cooking, reading and writing down her thoughts to share with others. Brie is also a huge lover of Jesus. She finds immense joy in the peace a relationship with her Savior provides, and she might just tell you about it sometime. She’d love for you to check out her blog at BrieGowen.com.

Quick-Thinking Uber Driver Saves 16-Year-Old Passenger From Sex Trafficking

“It struck me as odd because she was so young.”

Husband Curses Wife’s Boots as He Trips Over Them—When He Realizes Where They’ve Been, He’s in Tears

Here they were. Brown boots, fuzzy on the inside, worn ragged but sturdy as fresh leather, covered in dog hair and the permanent crumbs of family life.

Dear Mom, I’ll Never Be Too Old to Stop Needing You

It doesn't matter how old I am, I'll never stop needing you mom.