"You heard me tell her we had a long drive home and she needed to use the potty. You heard her tell me she was scared the toilet would flush while she was sitting on it."
"I’m aware this is an unpopular opinion. It’s a scary thought. It might even make you roll your eyes...Why do we get insurance? Most of the time it’s because we worry for what could happen."
"Moms, it’s time to loosen our grips. It’s time to admit that perhaps we’ve boarded the wrong train—a train we thought would take us to better discernment, but has actually led to fear, anxiety, and judging one another."
Why do we have no problem praying for God to heal a child’s cancer, but feel odd asking Him to fix our stuffy nose? Do we assume He’s too busy to deal with the little stuff, or are we limiting what He’s capable of and what He cares about?