came across this verse the other day and was reminded of how I held on to it when I was raising my daughters. My focus then was on cultivating faithfulness in their lives, and while I think that is an apt application, I also think it is a limited one.  Let's take a closer look.

I could hear my great-grandmother Cleta Mae, but my five-year-old self didn’t come out from hiding under the bed.  I don’t really remember why I was hiding in the first place, but when I didn’t come out after the first or second or third calls, I knew I was going to be in trouble.  My grandmother, Charlie Marie, arrived, and it didn't take long after that for them to find me.  I think I tried to pretend like I had fallen asleep, but there was no need to try to avert punishmen

When It is Finally Your Time. Someday, I’ll have the time and space to invest in myself again. Someday, I’ll be more than just the caretaker, planner, and giver. But as any mother knows, someday can feel like a moving target, always just beyond reach. There’s always another nap to coordinate, another snack to make, another phase to survive.

One might ask, how did that servant feel getting his portion- this strategic portion given by the Master, according to each person's ability? Depending on your personality, you may feel that the servant would ask, "Why only 2?" I must admit, Friends, the two have intrigued me. In fact, that conversation has been sitting with me since the discussion 2 Sundays ago. Two.