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SWEET GRACE by Amanda Almond

In those moments that you feel you are alone in this world, the struggles of life can get so compounded, so heavy...

When you feel that you can go on no longer, there is solace in knowing that you are seen. There is One, much bigger that can hold you and give you that warm sense of belonging that provides the peace to keep on…

There are many moments, as a mother of 4 young girls, that I feel the isolation and solitude. I can crumple under the pressure, too weak to continue. My  husband works long, hard hours and is gone from home for long stretches of time, the kids may go days without seeing him. It can get downright hard, but I cling…

Photography by Elena Shumilova

Sweet Grace
Amanda Almond

My mind shouts in a barely audible whisper
that only Your ears can hear.
My heart angers as my eyes struggle to hold back tears 
lest anyone see the pain.
My soul yearns for comfort
as it trembles.
I have no strength left in me.
I need warmth as I shiver in the cold.
May You turn the darkness into light.
Please calm the tortured screams.
Like clouds envelope the mountains on a cool, dark day,
Dry my eyes and wrap me in the comfort of your sweet grace.
And may I dwell there…in peace, forever.

Photography by Elena Shumilova

Amanda Almond: I am a former Kindergarten teacher, leaving the profession to be a stay-home mom to my first-born child, a daughter. Now, almost 8 years later, I am still a stay-home, but also find myself once again teaching. This time around, I am teaching my own kids. I am now a homeschooling mommy. I spend a lot of time with just my 4 girls because my husband is a truck driver. Our favorite place is the outdoors and we love exploring state parks. I have recently decided to begin sharing my life with anyone who would like to read my stories. It is therapeutic for me and hopefully someone can benefit from reading about our wild and crazy life. You can see more of my work on Facebook or by visiting my blog, Peanut Butter in My Hairbrush.


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