I'm still learning how to allow Him to answer that one.
In the calm of early morning, even before the soft beep of the coffee maker breaks the silence, my heart overflows with longing to be better for them. To fully embrace my role and dive into my calling as his wife and their mama. The triumphs in my wife-ing and mothering are still so imperfect. God is using my husband and children to teach me to be holy. As I learn how to "do" better, everything I do matters less. It's Who He is that matters.