Field Notes on Motherhood

While traveling through Portugal this past week, I expected to be changed by history — ancient churches, castles, cobblestone streets, the weight of centuries. Although all those things were impactful, it was a living scene that changed me the most. My oldest son, my husband, and I flew standby from Salt Lake City to Amsterdam to Lisbon and joined a group exploring Portugal and parts of Spain. Amid museums, orange-tree-lined streets, and long days walking the patterned calçad

Some days my tone slips faster than my heart can catch it — yet even there, God meets me with mercy. Motherhood is slowly teaching me the sacred rhythm of slowing down