Why No Comments?

As my husband says, I’m not the “bloggiest” of bloggers.

With hearts-needing-tending under our roof, with 15+ years of combined fatherlessness to work through … as well as the many years of my own living like I had no Father, I’ve consciously made this blog to be a quieter place.

But your thoughts are warmly welcome over email!

I may not personally respond to each email, however, know that your stories are a treasure to me. I absolutely value how He is writing on each of your lives and love that He lets me play one itty-bitty part in His grand opus in you.

This is my small way of making my little ones, my bigger one, and the biggest One to carry my most devoted attention. I’m sure you understand!

 

 

 

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