A Hole to Crawl In
One beautiful spring day many years ago, my young children weren't cooperating and I was super discouraged with parenting. I blurted out in despair, "I just need a hole to crawl into to escape for awhile." I slipped outside and meandered fifty yards from our house to a quiet spot overlooking the pond. I sat down to cry, have a pity party and pray. Six-year-old Bethany found me in my hideout and lovingly presented me a little "hole" she'd made me out of paper and scotch tape, "Here's a hole for you to crawl into mommy," she said with a smile. My heart melted. She sensed I was burdened and sought to encourage me. Needless to say, I've kept that little token of love all these years. We all have burdens we carry or crosses to bear. Sometimes they are temporary like my discouragement that day as a young mom, but sometimes they weigh us down for years or even a lifetime. It's always a blessing when we reach out to encourage each other. It he...