I cried out inwardly, Lord, I’m here because I love you, and I want my children to love you, too! Help me!
Our church doesn’t have a nursery. One week, when Andrew was away on business, I went to services with three young kids and a newborn.
Mary, who was three at the time, was acting like, well, a toddler. She wasn’t being noisy, just wiggly and giggly. But without my husband there, I couldn’t very well abandon the others and take her out.