đź’ś God, Show Me How to Return to Joy, Identity, and Presence

a black woman holding her two small children.

I hadn’t felt like myself in a while.And then came the guilt… Because I had prayed for this life. But the guilt didn’t erase the ache. It didn’t silence the feeling of losing myself in the noise…. The laundry. The appointments. The unanswered texts. The dishes. The breastfeeding. The long school pickup lines. The never-ending […]