I waited until everyone was inside before I let the tears come. For days I had been telling myself I was just tired. Just busy. Just overwhelmed. But sitting alone in the driver’s seat, I finally admitted what God already knew: my heart was hurting. I wept and wept.  Sometimes I cry to myself, lamenting the pain. Often I’ll cry to my husband, pouring out my troubles or to my mom asking for advice. In the end, the Person I’m…

If I don’t write it down I will forget. It doesn’t matter if I need to call the dentist, write an article, or simply do laundry. My to-do list with notes goes on and on. The calendar on my phone has random appointments like: “Deadline for….” and “Call Mandy about….” With five kids, a husband who works long hours, and all of the other responsibilities, I find it impossible to remember everything. So friend, let’s remember God’s faithfulness. Don’t get me…