Keep Holding Out For Hope
I am the mother of four adult children.
It’s mind-blowing, to say the least. I have days when I shake my head in disbelief. These grown people have jobs, kids, and dogs. They rent homes, buy cars and grocery shop for themselves. They have commitments and responsibilities. The magnitude of this reality for me is simply, “We made it!”, because we were always hopeful.
John and I have accomplished something big. We have successfully turned out four adults. They are in the world, doing their own things. They have become our friends and closest allies. They are smart, kind and driven. Our children are amazing, each in their own way. I didn’t know it was possible to love them more, yet here I am. They gather around our table and I discover something I didn’t expect. Hope fulfilled by mercy and grace.
