If I’m honest, this is something I wrestle with often. There are days I question everything: What if I’m not cut out to be a stay-at-home mom? What if the things that bring me joy also exist outside the walls of my home? What if I don’t fit neatly into the categories we’ve created for mothers?

If I had to assign a theme for our day yesterday, it would be wonder. Wonder that “feeling of admiration, surprise, or awe caused by something new, unexpected, or inexplicable.” And if I had to name a quality too few people, especially evangelical Christians value, it would also be wonder. How rarely we stop to be surprised. How reticent we are to express awe at the every day miracles we encounter.

God was faithful to call me when I was young, but I lived with one foot in the world and only one foot in my identity in Christ. However, he knew 2016 was the year that he would be faithful to call me out of my lukewarm life and meet me at my worst.

It was January 2014 - my first visit to Berlin. A city humming with life, layered with love, and stitched together by people from everywhere. They say many who live there aren’t even German, yet it’s the most populated city in the country. Berlin draws the seekers: people looking for a better way, a freer life, a place to be accepted as they are - to love and to be loved. Standing there that winter, I felt it. But Berlin hasn’t always looked like this. Its streets remember th