Faith

Sometimes I look at my grandchildren and remember being a young mother with five little people. I remember waking up to tiny voices after another sleepless night. I remember sitting down in a mountain of laundry and crying because I felt so overwhelmed and so alone.

At those moments our prayers take on a new intensity. Receiving answers matters. And when we pray in faith He sends the Comforter to remind us that the work we do is His work and our children deserve every sacrifice we can make. This painting reminds me that among the tears and trials of motherhood are moments of wonderful laughter, and that every mother is first a daughter with a Father who still catches her when she leaps.