We're moms. We love our kids, we screw up, God shows up, and somehow little people still reach to hug us with Nutella-painted fingers at the end of the day. And we return their embrace, grateful for the gift of children and resigned to the fact that no amount of Shout will ever erase that chocolate paste from a white shirt. But it's all worth it. Welcome to Time Out. We're in this together: moms, kids, and Christ.
