Doodling the Word

You do WHAT in your Bible?!

That’s what someone exclaimed when I was trying to explain my new pastime to them.  I had to explain the whole thing to them twice and they still had that look of disbelief, with a dash of disapproval thrown in there too just for good measure.

So what do I do in my Bible?  I journal.

Bible journaling was a foreign concept to me until just a few months ago when I saw a few pictures on Pinterest (anyone else spend hours on there without realizing it?!).  I was intrigued, and when a saw a free workshop advertised at my local Christian bookstore, I figured ‘Why not?’.  I went along to the drop-in workshop with only my trusty old Bible and a pen; and boy did I fall in love.

Bible journaling is a new approach to getting creative in your quiet time.  It’s growing in popularity and now I have tried it for myself I can absolutely see why: I’m hooked!

The simple explanation of Bible journaling is that you journal your thoughts right onto the page of the Good Book.  You can draw, write, date: whatever you choose.  No two people will journal the same way and so no two journaling Bibles will look the same.  But that’s the beauty of it: it’s a way for us to be creative for, and with, God.

I’ve always been a creative soul – I crochet, sew, make jewelry, write and I’ve always loved doodling.  So when I found a way I could do that for the Lord I thought I had hit the jackpot!  I truly love it, and from having never done anything like it before just a few months ago, I now journal in my Bible most nights.  Sometimes for hours.

So if you, too, are echoing the exclamation ‘You do WHAT in your Bible?’ read on and see for yourselves.  You might just get hooked on it too…

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World Refugee Day


Today is World Refugee Day.  It’s a day to remember and honour the strength and perseverance of refugees the world over, to recognize their courage, and to show that we stand with them.  Leaders around the world and the church have made or no doubt will be making comments to mark this day, and I’m sure you’ve probably already read something about how Jesus himself was a refugee.  Since you’ve heard that message already I won’t repeat it; I’ll share another thought.

What if you were a refugee too?

Another way of saying ‘refugee’ is ‘displaced person’ or ‘in exile’.  The root of the word comes from the French language and is all to do with seeking refuge, needed to find a safe place from fear, persecution, hurt.  The Bible, not surprisingly, has a lot to say about these things.  If we go all the way back to the beginning, there are many tales of exile, from Adam and Eve to Moses and the Israelites.  If we continuing reading God’s story to our today, we see that we are exiles too.

“Dear friends, I urge you, as foreigners and exiles…” – 1 Peter 2:11

There it is.  We are the ‘us’.  We are the foreigners and exiles.  This world is not our home.  Though we might live here right now, though we might make it wonderful and beautiful for our God, our real home is elsewhere.  Our real home is with Jesus.  So until we make our glorious homecoming, we, friends, are exiles.

Or maybe we aren’t…

A little while ago I was listening to the new album from Hillsong Worship.  There is a beautiful song called ‘Let there be light’ and as I was listening to it words from the lyrics struck me.  At the time I was listening, I had been talking to friends from my church back home in the UK.  We are a wonderfully diverse church with many different cultures and languages.  In our family there are ‘refugees’ who have found safety and security in our town.  We had been talking about how we can continue to foster an even greater sense of unity, and so the words I heard sung that day, if you pardon the pun, really hit home.

There’s no borders in your blood

No division in your heart

There’s no borders in your blood.  Isn’t that amazing?  In Christ’s blood, there are no borders.  In Christ, we are not British or American or Nepalese or African or French or Jamaican or Scottish or Irish or anything other than His.  And loved.  And home.

In Christ, there are no borders, no country lines, no languages or nations.  In Christ, we are all home.  And in the end, exile or not, native-born or expat like me, the country on our passport or the place we were born isn’t what matters most.  Not in God’s story.  What matters is where we end up – with Him.


The story of Ruth is one of my favorite Bible stories.  I read and re-read it often, and a while back I posted my journaling in that book.  You can read the full post here, but I shared words from the introduction to the book of Ruth in The Message.  It reads like this:

In its artful telling of this “outsider” widow, uprooted and obscure, who turns out to be the great-grandmother of David and the ancestor of Jesus, the book of Ruth makes it possible for each of us to understand ourselves, however ordinary or “out of it”, as irreplaceable in the full telling of God’s story.  We count – every last one of us – and what we do counts.

Ruth was an outsider, an exile.  People would probably have written her off as such.  But her life mattered – she had a great part to play in God’s story, a part so important:  “…she gave birth to a son…and they named him Obed.  He was the father of Jesse, the father of David.” Ruth 4:13, 17.

So today on World Refugee Day, remember that it is not an ‘us’ and ‘them’.  We are all, in Christ, away from our true home, and we are all united.  We can all seek and find refuge in Him and in His grace.  And wherever we come from, wherever we end up, we all matter.  What we do counts, so today make it something good.





It’s all about perspective


I will give you a wise and discerning heart, so that there will never have been anyone like you, nor will there ever be.

1 Kings 3: 12

It’s been a busy few weeks.  As I prepare to leave the US and move back home to England, the list of things to do before I board that plane grows ever longer.  It seems each time I complete a task, another five appear!  But in all the things that need to be done, I am trying to make sure I also remember the things I want to do.

My parents arrived on Monday to stay with me and enjoy a road trip before I leave the States.  We’ve been exploring the local area and I’ve loved taking them to my favorite places here.  One of those places is the North Carolina Museum of Art.  It’s a perfect place for a walk in the sunshine, a cool stroll through the gallery, and a nice drink or bite to eat in the fresh, airy cafe.  Even though there were storms raging this afternoon, our walk through the various art rooms was absolutely peaceful.

You’ve probably guessed that I love art.  I love color and shape and pattern and beauty.  But what I love most about art is that everyone sees it differently.  Art is all about perspective.  What one person sees when they look at an installation or framed portrait, is not necessarily what the next person sees.  One piece can mean so many different things to each person who sees it.  Today, one piece of modern art was, to my mum, a headache!  But to me it was crisp and striking and bold.  We see through different eyes.  It’s not what you see, but how you see it.


Art is, for me, one of the biggest arguments for our God’s existence.  If we were mere accidents, there would be no need or cause for beautiful art.  It doesn’t serve any real purpose in the survival of a species, but it certainly makes our lives richer.  You know how the saying goes:  without art the earth would just be ‘eh’!

God gave us eyes to see His creation.  He gave us discerning minds and hearts so that we can make judgments and be moved by the things we see.  He gave us hearts to appreciate beauty.  And there is beauty, if we are willing to see it.  If we are looking through discerning hearts, with God-perspective.  Not just in the art gallery, but everywhere.


Living Carefree


Let’s face it, the news has not been full of happy things lately.  It’s easy to be scared by all the things we hear and to start to let that fear influence us in our lives.  It might be the little things: thinking twice about transatlantic flights, second-guessing those concert tickets.  But fear, even in small doses, can have powerful implications.  It can change your thinking.  It can change your emotions.  It can change your relationships.

This week – my last week – at school, I asked my students to describe me and describe our  school year.  They chose words like ‘fantastic’, ‘awesome’, ‘challenging’, and one more: ‘carefree’.

The dictionary defines ‘carefree’ as being free from anxiety.  Imagine that!  Being free from worries or anxieties.  As a constant worrier and someone who has suffered – still suffers, truth be told – from depression and anxiety, the thought of being completely free from that sounds amazing!  How would you live differently if you were free from worries?

Maybe you’d take more risks.  Maybe you’d speak truth more often. Maybe you’d love more recklessly and abundantly.


So be content with who you are, and don’t put on airs. God’s strong hand is on you; he’ll promote you at the right time. Live carefree before God; he is most careful with you. – 1 Peter 5:6-7 (MSG)

How can we live carefree?  Can we live carefree?

Reading those words from 1 Peter, we are reminded that living carefree is exactly how God wants us to live.  We are His precious children, whom He loves and takes delight in.  He loves to watch us smile and laugh, not frown and worry.  We can live carefree because we have the confidence that He is taking great care with us.

Living carefree does not mean we are careless.  If anything, when we are free of worries we are able to care more.  We can love without fear of rejection.  We can reach out without fear of falling.  We can trust without fear of being hurt.

So, this week, live carefree.  Take risks.   Be content with who you are and do not try to meet unrealistic expectations of you or fit into a mould someone else has made for you.  Enjoy life, leave the worries behind, and remember:  there is always good news in Christ.

When storms come


Yesterday in North Carolina was humid.  93% humidity to be exact.  It was almost unbearable, like being in a large, ridiculously hot oven.  I thought maybe it was just my British sensitivities, but even the locals were complaining.  I was so glad to be inside most of the day, where the air conditioning was running and keeping me sane!  Not surprisingly, storms hit in the evening.

One thing I have learned since I came to live in the States is that even storms here are bigger.  Last night, the flashes of lightning and cracks of thunder were so great they made me nearly jump out of my skin – I could feel the boom of thunder in my bones!

Just as with the weather, life can result in storms.  Pressure builds, things get hot and close and overbearing, and the thunder begins to boom, the sky flashes, and we want nothing more than to run for cover.

No one is exempt from the storms of life.  Even the greatest prayer warrior, the soul who works every day tirelessly in service of God – they all have storms come their way.  Jesus himself warned us:  ‘In this world you will have troubles’, he told us.


Throughout the Psalms, we see calls to praise God despite difficult circumstances.  Hardships and struggles are not belittled, they are not painted as anything less than hard and heavy loads.  But what we are encouraged to do is praise God through those storms.  To turn to Him when thunder booms and lightning strikes.  To shelter in His love and protection.  Not to pretend the storm isn’t happening, but to cling on during it.


Storms have a purpose.  Where yesterday humidity left the day feeling, as more than one friend called it, miserable, today the air is clearer and lighter.  The storm did its work and we’re all feeling better for it.  It was necessary.

The storms of our lives can sometimes leave us shaken.  They can surprise us, shock us, scare us.  We might need to run for cover.  We might cry out to God, asking when it will pass.  But it will pass.  And we have a God who shelters us through it, who works for our good through it.  We’ll still get wet, but if we trust in Him we can emerge clearer and fresher and lighter.


Bring on the sunshine!


I love the sunshine.  North Carolina weather is beautiful at the moment: sunny, hot but not too hot, and big clear blue skies.  I can’t wait to be able to take a break from work and really enjoy it.

I have just six days left with my class of kiddos now, and as any teacher will tell you, the end of the school year is a stressful time.  There’s testing to be done, paperwork to sort, classrooms to tidy and clear out, reports to write, class lists to compile, evaluations to complete, lost library books to find…the list goes on.  Sometimes it feels as if there aren’t enough hours in the day.

It’s easy in stressful times to forget to give thanks.  You get so busy wishing for something else, or something more – more time, more hands, more help, more good luck – that you can glance over what is already there.  I’ve had days this past few weeks where I’ve seriously doubted whether I would get to June 9th in one piece!  But I will, and here’s why…

He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen…  – Isaiah 50:4


God gives us each day as a fresh start, and He makes the sun shine on us.  Even when the clouds roll in or the rains fall or the storms hit, we know the sun is still there.  It might be hiding out of sight, but it’s still there.  And God is too.

I have lots to do before I close my classroom door here for the last time.  I have duties still to complete and a long to do list.  But one of the items written there is to be thankful. We won’t get this day again, and so however much it begins to feel like a race without a rest stop, I want to remember to thank God for giving it to me in the first place.  I want to remember to listen for all the blessings He has placed there.

I want to remember to thank God for the sunshine.







Going home


In just over a month, I’ll be boarding a plane for home.  The quicker that day approaches, the more I get excited about it.  I’ve been here in the States for almost a year now, and while it’s been equal parts challenging and wonderful, I’m so ready to go home!

I’ve learned – and gained – so much in my time living in the States.  I’ve made so many happy memories, been to so many new places, discovered new talents and found new friends.  A place that seemed so foreign when I first arrived has come to feel more familiar and comfortable.  At times, it has even felt like a sort of home – a temporary home.  But if I’m honest, home will only ever be one place for me, and that place is a friendly city full of hills in the North of England 🙂

One thing I’ve loved about being in North Carolina is the new Christian music I’ve discovered, thanks to the radio station that plays constantly in my car.  One of the new songs that I’m currently playing on repeat is ‘Home’ by Chris Tomlin.


How you define home is up for debate.  Some people say it is where you are born, others where you move to or settle in, still others say it is the place you spend the longest.  Some will say home is a place, others a person, or maybe even a job or action that makes you feel at home.  I’m incredibly blessed to have an amazing church family back home that hail from places as far afield as Nepal, but who call that hilly city in the North of England their home.  And why shouldn’t they, if it feels like home?

I think that what makes home for me is the people and the feeling of being accepted.  I have found a nice church here, but it will never be my home church, the place where friends are family, language is nothing more complicated than a shared smile, and people love you even with frizzy hair and a bad temper.  Home is where God is, and where His hands and feet are moving and His family one.

But really, even my ‘home’ is just temporary.  I can feel at home wherever I am, because my home is ultimately in Christ.

Friends, this world is not your home, so don’t make yourselves cozy in it.

– 1 Peter 2: 11


This world is not our home.  As Chris Tomlin sings, ‘where every fear is gone, I’m in your open arms, where I belong…in heaven’ is.

North Carolina is not perfect.  England is not perfect either.  But heaven is.   And as much as I can’t wait to go home in a month, I’ll still hold my true home in my heart wherever I am.  Because as another song I’m currently playing on repeat reminds me, ‘I know Heaven waits for me… and while I’m waiting, I’m not waiting, I know Heaven lives in me’ (‘As it is (in Heaven)’ by Hillsong Worship).


Shine Bright!


A few weeks ago I enrolled in an online photography course.  Well, two actually.  I have a new camera and am determined to learn how to use it without just resorting to the usual presets.  I want to create my own photographs.  So far, I have been learning about shutter speed and aperture and exposure compensation, drawing diagrams and making pages and pages of meticulous notes, dragging my roommate out for walks under the pretense of exercise just to be able to try out each step I have learned.  But in all that headache-inducing study, what I’ve learned is that photography really just comes down to one simple thing: light.

Creating a photograph all hinges on one thing; whether that picture will be a good one or a bad one, whether the colors will pop or be muted, it all boils down to how much light you let in.

And isn’t that the same for our lives and walk with God?


…it’s all about how much light you let in…

Jesus is the Light of the World.  In John 12 we read his words: ‘I am the Light that has come into the world so that all who believe in me won’t have to stay any longer in the dark’ (12:46).  That’s amazing enough as it is, the fact that we know Him who came to give light, to be light, in this world.  But it’s even more amazing…

As a lover of language, I find idioms fascinating.  I always wonder where those turns of phrase we hear and use so often actually come from.  One phrase I have always found particularly lovely is ‘he/she carries a torch for you’, that phrase used to talk about someone loving you, being in love with you, even when that love may is not reciprocated. It’s thought that the origins of this idiom lie in Greek or Roman traditions, where torches would be lit for wedding celebrations.  It’s meaning hangs on the idea of love as a flame, a flame burning brightly, and it paints a picture of one who’s love burns still even when unreturned, carried alone like a torch in front of them.

This idiom captures what I think has become a problem for some Christians.  We accept that Jesus is the Light of the World.  We tell others He is the Light of the World.  But here’s what’s happened:  we carry that love like a burning torch in front of us.  We let it light our way, yes; we keep it burning and hold it out in front of us, yes.  Don’t mistake what I’m saying here:  we are absolutely supposed to let God’s word be a lamp to our feet (Ps. 119:105).  We are supposed to be a shining light for others to see (Matt. 5:14).  No question there.  But remember what the idiom means: unrequited love.  If we treat Jesus’ love as unrequited, we’re getting it wrong somewhere…

If unrequited love is like carrying a torch, what is mutual love like?  Well for a start, I don’t think it requires us to carry anything.  If you are loved so greatly, and love so greatly, it’s within you.  It shines out, not from a thing you carry in your hands, but from the very heart and soul of you.  Now that’s more like it!


So let’s take a look at that Light of the World thing again.  In John 12:36 Jesus says this: ‘…believe in the light.  Then the light will be within in you, and shining through your lives.  You’ll be children of light.’

Jesus does not say, ‘Here’s a light, carry it in front of you’.  A lamp can be put out.  A lamp can be too small in vast darkness.  A lamp can become heavy to carry.  What Jesus says is ‘Here, now you are the light’.  If we take it to heart, that’s where Jesus’ light stays.  We become the light of Jesus because it – He – is in us, and for that reason He shines ever more brightly through every smile, every step, every word, every part of our lives.  That kind of light cannot be put out.

In my photography experiments I’ve been taking photos of the same scene, playing with the light each time.  It’s amazing how much light can change the same scene.  The colors change, the shadows change, the focus of your attention where your eye is drawn changes.  The mood changes.  All because of how much light the photographer lets in.  Our lives are the same.  Our mood, our focus, the colors people see, the sharp points and soft points and what people see in each moment or scene… it all depends on how much of Jesus’ light we let in.


It’s not about asking for more of God’s light to shine on us; it’s about asking for more of God’s light to shine in us.  If we can be brave and bold enough to shine more brightly with God’s love, our lives might start to look a little different, and the lives of those arounds us might start to look a little different too.    God’s light changes things:  it’s what it all boils down to.  So the question is, how much light will you let in?




A Happy Day and A New Direction


Yesterday was a happy day.  A really happy day.  It was the kind of day where you feel so blessed you just can’t help but smile!  The sun was bright, I was smiling and I just couldn’t wait to get home and open my Bible to journal the day and its events.

You’re probably wondering why it was such a happy day?!  Let me tell you…  Yesterday, May 17th (a Wednesday), I woke up at 3:25am, startled by the sound of my alarm (which is supposed to sound like a peaceful breeze but, let’s be honest, no sound is peaceful at 3:25am!).  It was dark outside and my body did not want to get up out of bed, but I got up anyway.  I got ready.  All the while, my stomach was in knots and I was decidedly not smiling.  4:20am rolled by and I opened up my laptop, logged into Skype, and sat anxiously – all waiting for a job interview to start.  You can probably see where this is going now, but I’ll tell you the fun details anyway!

An interview at 4:30am.  Why so early?  Because I am still in the States and the job is back in my beloved English hometown.  The interview started a little late.  I was given a spelling, punctuation and grammar test, and then quizzed about the usuals – why am I suited to the role, what’s my experience so far, what are my strengths etc etc etc.  How did I do?  Well, when asked to give examples of determiners my early morning brain went blank, I could not remember what an expanded noun phrase was, and passive and active voice was, well, silent.  But I did my best and just has I had done from the start of the application process, I gave it all over to God.

As you’ve no doubt guessed, I got the job.  I was so excited to get that email that I – almost! – cried happy tears.  And through those – almost! – squeals of excitement, the first thing I did was thank God.


If you’re anything like me, you’re always wondering ‘What next?’  What’s my next step?  Where will it lead?  Where’s my next big adventure going to take me?  What are you going to use me for next, God?  I haven’t always been like that.  As a kid becoming a teenager and being bullied daily, I was not in the least bit brave or adventurous.  And then, as an young adult suffering with depression and anxiety, I was even less of a risk-taker.  But after those struggles and difficult times, I became determined to be braver and step out more in faith.

Coming to America was my biggest brave step yet.  It was my dream for a long time.  But it was a dream I gave to God.  Sometimes it’s easy to believe what some people tell you, that you shouldn’t make you own dreams but wait for God’s dreams for you.  Okay, if that’s what you want to do.  But perhaps another option is to listen to the whisperings God puts on your heart and trust Him to bring them to fruition.  God knows our every thought and longing, and those persistent ones that are in-line with His ways… well, I find it difficult to believe that He did not put them there.  If I am walking closely enough with God, aren’t my dreams His dreams?  Aren’t His dreams my dreams?


When I made the decision a few months ago to head back home at the end of this academic year, it was a scary decision to make in some ways.  Yes, I would be back among the comfort of family and friends and familiar places.  But I would also be going back to uncertainty, to no job, no house of my own, no set plan.

So I prayed.  I gave all my worries and uncertainties to God.  I planned too.  I planned options.  But I planned differently this time around.  Instead of, ‘What do I need?’, I asked, ‘What do I want?’  I listened to those God-whispers on my heart.  This new job answers those whispers.  It is a new direction, one that will take me away from the classroom.  It comes with uncertainties – Will I be good at it?  Will I be making enough money?  Will it be what I hope it to be? – but I think that in the uncertainties is where God really moves.

In the end, we can plan our lives in great detail or in just big ideas.  But either way, God is the one who makes it all possible.  He gives us our dreams and if we trust in Him, He makes them come true.  Does He make them easy?  No – where would be the fun in that!


When I journaled my happy day yesterday, I gave thanks for God’s blessings, for my plans – our plans – becoming real, and for the exciting new direction He is leading me in.  Whatever it turns out to be, I know that in my God I can make it a brave and bold new thing!

My prayer for you as I write this, with the smell of home-baked banana bread in the oven (I celebrate happy occasions with cake 😉 ) and the North Carolina sunshine illuminating the pages of Proverbs, is that you will trust God with your plans, too.  Be brave.  Be bold.  Listen to the whispers He has placed on your heart.  Take risks in faith, trust Him with it all, and have a happy day!



When you’re not a mother


Tomorrow, May 14th, is Mother’s Day here in the US.  It has already been and gone back home in England, and I still haven’t figured out why the dates are different.  It seems even bigger here, though.  Every store I visit is full of themed gifts, my devotionals lately have all been about Mother’s Day and school has been crammed with card and gift making activities.   Of course, I celebrate Mother’s Day since I have a pretty wonderful mum.  But I did that a few weeks ago, since my mum is at the otherer side of the Atlantic Ocean!  So what do I do this weekend?

What do you do on Mother’s Day when you’re not a mother?  When the women around you in the pews are given flowers for their special day, but your arms are left empty?

As a woman, and a woman without children, Mother’s Day sometimes runs the risk of making you feel a little left out.  Sometimes, as a woman, and a woman without children, I often feel left out.  I’m sure some of you will know what I’m talking about here.  You join a new church, join the women’s group, only to find that all the conversations center around kid dramas.  Kid dramas that you just don’t have, because you don’t have kids.  And so you are left sitting there, smiling along, sipping your tea every second just for something to do.  It’s not that those women are trying to isolate you, but it still happens anyway.  All because you are not a mother.

I sincerely hope that I will one day be a mummy to some beautiful children.  That is my real, honest, big hope.  But right now, that is not the path I am walking, and I trust God’s timing in these things.  Does that mean I cannot celebrate Mother’s Day now? That I cannot share in the flowers and thanks and celebrations now?


Miriam.  You might know her.  She had a pretty famous brother.  In fact, two famous brothers.  They led God’s people out of Egypt.  She helped them.  Actually, if you think about it, they wouldn’t have been able to lead God’s people out of Egypt without her.  Take a look at the beginning of Moses’ story and see her starring role.

A man from the family of Levi married a Levite woman. The woman became pregnant and had a son. She saw there was something special about him and hid him. She hid him for three months. When she couldn’t hide him any longer she got a little basket-boat made of papyrus, waterproofed it with tar and pitch, and placed the child in it. Then she set it afloat in the reeds at the edge of the Nile.

The baby’s older sister found herself a vantage point a little way off and watched to see what would happen to him. Pharaoh’s daughter came down to the Nile to bathe; her maidens strolled on the bank. She saw the basket-boat floating in the reeds and sent her maid to get it. She opened it and saw the child—a baby crying! Her heart went out to him. She said, “This must be one of the Hebrew babies.”

Then his sister was before her: “Do you want me to go and get a nursing mother from the Hebrews so she can nurse the baby for you?”

Pharaoh’s daughter said, “Yes. Go.” The girl went and called the child’s mother.

Pharaoh’s daughter told her, “Take this baby and nurse him for me. I’ll pay you.” The woman took the child and nursed him.

After the child was weaned, she presented him to Pharaoh’s daughter who adopted him as her son. She named him Moses (Pulled-Out), saying, “I pulled him out of the water.”                                                                                                                   – Exodus 2:1-10

There she is.  As Moses’ story begins, so does Miriam’s.  She watches on, a good big sister, making sure her little bother is okay.  And then she uses her smarts to bring his mother back to him, even if he doesn’t know it.

Miriam is a great sister.  She is a great woman.  She helps Moses, and her other brother Aaron, to led God’s people out of slavery and to the promised land.  She is a force to be reckoned with.


I read something very powerful this week about mothers.  It asked the reader: can’t we all be mothers?  All of us women, who give and nurture and care for life, aren’t we all mothers in some way?  I may not have my own child, but that doesn’t mean I can’t ‘mother’.

Miriam ‘mothered’ – guided, supported, nurtured – her brother.  In doing so, she also mothered her people.  She mothered their leader, their journey, their future, their hope.  That’s the kind of ‘mother’ I want to be.

This Mother’s Day, may we all remember that as women, we can be mothers to all.  We can do what mothers do: encourage, guide, care, nurture, believe, love.

Above all else, love.


Happy Mother’s Day!

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