When I became a mother, I set out on a mission to fulfill my role better than most people would have given me credit. I knew I did not want to raise children who grew up to be adults who did not love the Lord. But, I also did not want to be that mother who did not raise her children in the ideal godly home I had always dreamed of creating for my family. For me, that was the definition of failure, as a mother and a follower of Christ.
Stuck was not an obstacle as much as it was a starting point. The beginning of a new journey. If I were stuck, that meant there were others who were also stuck and would need help to figure out what to do. All I had to do was figure out a way through so I could help lead the way.