One beautiful, benign, spring day, my phone buzzed with an unknown number. I answered it anyway. “Is this Mercia’s mom? I’m here with her in the college parking lot, and she’s about to drive her car into a brick wall.” As I raced out the door and through town, I begged God to spare myContinueContinue reading “God Loves the Prodigal’s Mama Too”
Bethany LaShell 