The Gospel for the Rule-Keeping Kid
Instead of being that parent who had to have it all together so I could be proud of my good parenting, my son and I could just be in the mess together.
Jesus doesn’t need my wise parenting, my school volunteer hours, or my completed task list.
Instead of being that parent who had to have it all together so I could be proud of my good parenting, my son and I could just be in the mess together.
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