Mother’s Day is this Sunday and somebody better DANG WELL rise up and call us blessed. Churches have their own unique ways of doing this—some are great , some are very strange, and most are somewhere in between.
When I inevitably proved not to be the kind of woman I was supposed to be over and over again, it wasn’t something wrong with what I was doing; it was something fundamentally wrong with me as a person. I always felt like the black sheep, I was passed over a lot because there was something about me that wasn’t quite right. It sometimes felt as though calling me a “Christian woman” was as ironic as calling me a name that means “peaceful and quiet.”