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My manic morning began with the unrelenting pulse of the alarm clock reminding me that the day’s demands required my attention.  I silently pondered a mental “t0 do” list and groaned inwardly.  Better get moving.

 The standard pre-dawn routine halted abruptly when plumes of smoke erupted from my blow dryer and then…mechanical silence.  Strands of hair clung wetly to my head, my two youngest children were wailing because—well, they could, and my oldest son was yelling something about needing clean jeans and could “somebody” take care of the laundry.

Meanwhile, the clock continued its steadfast march toward the rest of the day.  Inwardly, I moaned.  How was I to face another day of maternal duty amidst the confusion and chaos?

I paused just long enough to offer up an abbreviated prayer, “God, please help me today.  I can’t do this myself!”  The Lord spoke gently to my heart. .  “You’re right.  You cannot manage everything without me.  In fact, you can’t manage anything without me!  Remember, Child, this is my day.  Exchange your burdens for my yoke and you will find rest.”

Ahhh…rest.

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