I had no idea. I thought we were friends. The truth hit me like an unwelcome virus. Sickening and painful. For years I had been walking around smiling at people who I had no idea believed I was a traitor to my church family. What did I do, you ask?

You walk through the foyer at church when your eyes meet a familiar face. You've seen her on Sundays and at Bible study for years. You may have even had a formal introduction, but something in you just doesn't feel like you quite mesh.

Do you ever struggle to feel like you simply cannot keep up with all the things of motherhood? Does your time with Jesus just fall somewhere on your neverending to-do list? In a recent conversation with my guest on the Love Where You Are podcast, I was challenged to think about inviting Jesus to partner with me in my motherhood journey rather than going it alone.

It does not matter what we are doing, my 5 year old daughter wants to know the plan. Where are we going? What are we going to do? Why? Who’s going to be there? Even in our recent transition to homeschooling she has been relentless in her need to know how many assignments are remaining, what we’re having for lunch, when she can have a break and how much longer until tech time.