When I realized the stutter in my boys’ speech wasn’t “normal,” I scrambled to learn all I could.
Michelle took these pictures of the boys last summer, after their second birthday. I adore their glittering eyes, their cheeks and curls, the lawnmowers they pushed for hours last season, and the sock monkeys that sleep in their cribs.
I trust in the definition of grace. I trust that strength, love, and attention can come from sources seen and unseen to fill in where we lack. I trust that Christ can liberate us from the straining at perfection, rid us of the guilt that comes from thinking we are never enough.