Faith

This week didn’t go the way I planned. The laundry is still in the dryer. The dishes are piled up. I raised my voice twice before 8am. I opened my Bible app and fell asleep with it in my lap.

And somewhere in the middle of all of that, the thought crept in again: “I am not doing this right.”
Maybe you know that feeling. Maybe you’ve wondered how you’re supposed to raise children in faith when your own faith feels like it’s held together with dried playdough and good intentions. You are not alone.