So, one, one, one, a Psal 1.3 1.

My heart is not proud, Lord. My eyes are not haughty. I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for

me, but I have calmed and quieted myself. And I am like a weaned child with its mother,

like a weaned child I am content.

Israel, put your hope in the Lord both now and forever more.

This is the word of the Lord.

Thanks, be to God.

In her phenomenal memoir,

Sue Monk Kidd describes in detail the crisis point in her spiritual life.

She, a follower of Jesus, a wife, and a working mom was right in the thick of the chaos that is midlife.

Her kids had now grown old enough to begin to find some independence and so she was functioning

more as like soccer mom's chauffeur than she was

stroller pushing and playground sitting at this particular stage and with a little bit more independence

for her children came a little more independence for her and so she

reached to pick up some of those aspects of her life that she had deferred in the toddler

years her work and her hobbies and her passions, but she was also confronted

by so much that she had deferred within herself in the daily chaos that is raising toddlers,

resentment that had built up in her marriage over time,

some loss of her sense of self, like who she used to be, she wasn't anymore,

but who she was becoming hadn't come into clear focus yet either and then some loss of God

of knowing God in her everyday ordinary life the way she had been used to before.

And so in the midst of all of that,

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