A Taste of Maine

The first time I loved Maine I was driving down Vassalboro road five long hours from home. The road was stretched out before us like the pan American highway; it was lined with golden fields and farm lands as far as the eye could see. Massive, round bales of hay dotted the country side like pieces on a chess board. I had never seen hay like that wrapped up in giant rolls waiting to be spun into Gold.

Joel

My firstborn is living his first year in college and I am so proud of him, but being a parent feels complicated to me right now. I feel like our relationship is lacking in all the ways I begged God it wouldn't . I used to pray regularly for God to make me the mother this child needs me to be. It may be time to trust the process, trust the prayer and trust the God who hears me.