The screaming started as soon as the plane began descending into Charlotte-Douglas International Airport. To say I was mortified is an understatement. I tried to console my two-year-old son with toys and promises that we’d be there soon, but it was no use. I silently wished I could hide somewhere until we reached the terminal. As I journey through motherhood, God often shows me it’s a continual process of refinement. And often, he uses situations I never desired to remind me his work Continue Reading
