I wear leggings to church.
Not every week, but there are definitely many times that I show up to church in black leggings and a pony tail. My kids are generally pulled together, but I’m last on the list on Sunday mornings to get ready to get out the door. Not every week, but a number of them. And I am thankful that I found a church that embraces me showing up, with all my chaos in tow, and welcomes me as we are. Cool confession, what’s your point? Getting to...