Some weeks peace in our home just doesn't come without a struggle, and this has been one of those weeks. We have a hope and a dream for our boys to have a relationship of encouragement and building each other up...click on this post from my old blog to read more about that. I know it can happen. I know that it is worth the struggle. I know it's what God is calling our family to. Some days, though, I really just want to crawl onto the couch with a quilt and read a fluffy romance novel.
Instead, I kept loving, kept explaining, kept punishing, kept hugging, kept weeping, kept praying, and kept hoping...and I'm trusting that hope will not disappoint me.