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The Hour I Finally Found Myself Again
Can you believe there was an hour I finally found myself. Have you ever had a hour where you found yourself? Not the polished version. Not the “together” version. Not the mom who has every paper signed and every key in the right place. Because trust me even when Charlie was in school that wasn’t me and I knew it back when Suzzane was little. Just… me. The me who tries. The me who loves deeply. The me who gets overwhelmed and keeps going anyway. The me God sees even when I feel invisible. And maybe that’s the whole point of today: You don’t lose yourself in the missing hour.…
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The Grace Hour
I would like to welcome you to 2:00 PM — The Grace Hour or this is what we call this time in our home. Do you have a name for this time of day? If so what do you call it and why? Usually in our home by 2:00 PM, the day has smoothed out. Not because everything was fixed — it never is or is it? But because I stopped demanding perfection from myself and those around me. I also taught myself to take time for me and to breath whenever I needed to. Today I folded a little laundry David had brought back from the laundry mat last…
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The Paper Pile That Preaches
The stack of papers that caused the meltdown was still sitting on the table like it had something to say. blog notes, nots from Charlie for reminders for JPS paperwork, coupons from a lifetime ago because no, one seems to know how to put things in the trash, and a mystery sheet that looked like it belonged to someone who had their life together. That wasn’t me. Was it you? I sat down and stared at all the paperwork. The paperwork stared back. And then it hit me: The papers weren’t the problem. The pressure was. The pressure to be the mom who never forgets anything. The woman who keeps…
Living a simple lifestyle from the front porch
