For years my parents’ church supported a missionary in Nepal who, by all accounts of her ministry, was the definition of badass. But – and I’m not sure where or how I learned to think this way – lovingwomen.org grave dette even as a young girl, I distinctly remember praying that I would never end up like her.
Flash forward a couple of ily of outrageously adorable children and as we walked to the park, one of the girls asked me if I had a little girl of my own.Leggi tutto