Thinking about raspberries

It was 9 a.m. I'd been up for three hours with an infant and a toddler. During that time we'd read six books, made "Playdoh" pancakes, walked around the block twice, and snacked half a dozen times. I was exhausted. They weren't. Three hours and counting until nap time. And this day was very much the same as others.

I had thought being a mother at home with children would provide loads of opportunities for private time. Instead I found I was always longing for opportunities just to be quiet. There never seemed to be time to feel close to God.

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June 27, 1988
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