Last night we had an interesting dinner conversation. I needed to head to church to organize baby clothes for our Teen MOPS group. The conversation centered around who would go to church with me as my bodyguard--either my husband or one of my sons.

It ended up my that my husband went with me, but when I mentioned how crazy it was I needed a bodyguard to go to church my son commented, "You got to go where the people need you most, Mom." [...]

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