My mother lies in her nursing-home bed, her upper body and head elevated. I sit beside her bed, reading her a psalm. She knows who I am, and she watches me, but not with delight.

Newborn: Search for a parent’s love

Mama’s story ended where it should have begun – with so much lost in the chaos of trying to rewrite the start. And both of us still looking for a parent’s love.

Black-and-white back view of three violinists playing their parts in a symphony concerto

Your unique voice

You have an instrument. You have a voice. Be blessed to stay before God as he teaches you. Be blessed to play your part.