When my husband calmly announced that, after
eleven years of marriage, he had filed for a divorce and was moving out, my
first thought was for my children. My
son was just five and my daughter four. Could
I, as a single parent, maintain our home and teach them the values I knew they
would need in Life? Could I tell them
that we were “Family”? All I knew was
that I had to try.

So, every Sunday, we attended church. During the week, I made time to review their
homework with them, and we often discussed why it was important to do the right
things. This took time and energy when I
had little to spare, and worse, it was hard to tell if it was really reaching
them. One Mother’s Day, two years after
the divorce, as we walked into church, I noticed carts of beautiful flowers in