Motherhood of a Different Kind

“Every young man or boy that met her became her son – even if it was only the boy that brought the meat to her back door. Every girl that met her was her daughter… her motherhood was of a different kind. Those on whom it fell went back to their natural parents loving them more.


There is a gift of intimacy that can only be found in time. A faithfulness that can only be discovered in the ‘agains’. And a confident grace and beauty only found in the proving and walking.