I think of this when the moms-who-are-done-with-the-busy-stage look back and sigh, and say, “I wish I had let the housekeeping go. Just enjoy them…”
These days, the books my three oldest children like to read are heading toward the depth and genres I’m interested in myself.
And next will be – a walrus! a blue whale! an entire menagerie!
People say you don’t have to worry at all, just trust, but I have never found that secret.
We-the-people are the ones who connect to them, or not. What would it look like if every child in your church had a personal connection to every adult?
(This post contains gross elements involving body fluids. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.)