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Continue reading →: The Rest You Forgot You Were Allowed to TakeIf it is Friday and you are reading this on your phone in the two minutes of quiet you have found all week, this one is for you. Rest does not arrive on its own when you are a working mother; nobody hands it to you. So it becomes the…
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Continue reading →: The Noodles I Could Not FinishI was suddenly twelve again. Trapped on the second floor of our house, watching the water rise, my mother scrambling to find whatever food she could; usually noodles and eggs. The exact same thing my relative was asking for now, more than twenty-five years later, as I sat in a…
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Continue reading →: The Noise That Was Once a PrayerThis morning I was annoyed by my own answered prayer. 🌿 The noise at our dining table was once something I begged God for. A husband. A child. A home loud with life. Gratitude is the fastest way I know to quiet the voice that does not matter.
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Continue reading →: Eleven Words Before the Day BeganBefore my day even began last Monday, the enemy was already busy in my head; whispering that I wasn’t good enough. My only prayer was eleven words repeated twice because once didn’t feel like enough. I had no idea that by Tuesday evening, God would have already answered it; not…
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Continue reading →: Who Am I to Complain?My four-year-old walked into my prayer room, said “I love you,” and left just as quickly; and it undid me a little, in the middle of a week that had quietly worn me down. This is a reflection on grateful-and-stretched-thin motherhood, the sting of being seen for what you didn’t…
Thank you for this beautiful piece, Claude! I walked away with so many deep realizations today. I’m learning to shift…