This poem was inspired by a rare moment alone on the back porch before the kids woke up. A blanket, cup of coffee and my Bible accompanied me for a moment of rapture basking in God’s creation.

Sometimes, it’s nice to be reminded that you are not the only Christian who makes a mistake and admittedly seeks repentance and redemption. Mamas, you can try and try again.

This poem was inspired by the busyness of motherhood. It’s written from the child’s perspective as a gentle plea to slow down and steward their little hearts while they are still in our care.