And thus, the closed door parenting method was born. Behind that door my thoughts traversed through a battlefield. Cannons shot through my head with sounds of "I'm not a good mother!" "I have failed in training them up in the LORD!"
Dangerous explosions that paralyzed my ability to carry on in the job that began with a rod in my pocket following toddlers around the house!
When the time came to re-surface and face the duties of the day, Scripture met me there.