….This mother’s heart is constantly laid out; it gets stepped on and worn through. The fabric of it gets stretched and frayed and some days, like an old worn carpet, all dirt flecked and spotted with mud stains, I want to roll it up and stuff it away. I want to lock it up and toss the key. I think, “ I can’t do this. I have nothing left to give!” How do you keep giving of yourself, when the will to give wanes, and you, yourself, ache dry and dusty? Keep reading (in)Courage, where I am blessed to be guest posting today. Won’t you join the conversation? I’d love to see you over there….