Great Love, Great Pain
To be a mother is to be an open wound. What a brilliant man Lewis was to use the phrase “coffin of selfishness.”
To be a mother is to be an open wound. What a brilliant man Lewis was to use the phrase “coffin of selfishness.”
I didn’t know what I wanted to “do” when I “grew up,” but I knew one constant in my life had been a love of reading and writing, so I chose English Literature.
The majority of Mary, Joseph, and Jesus’s life together was unremarkable, yet they radically altered the course of the world in Heaven and on earth.
The shout of “I see the steeples!” brings more than a silly adrenaline rush now; it brings the nostalgia of feeling entirely safe and known.
What if I held the inconvenient cross Jesus offered me instead of stubbornly carving the cross I want?