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suggested reading #7

1. this one just oozes freedom. you may have already read it,
but it wouldn't hurt to just read through it again.
from Sarah Markley: "On drastic measures and What ifs."


2. i found a new blog that i love!
maybe you already read it: the gypsy mama
anyway, this post [it's part 1 of 4] was really great,
all about social media and using it to bless others.
"social media laws: #1. it's about relationship not solicitation"

and while you're there, read this: 
doesn't the title just grab you right away? 
i took some time to scroll through her blog
and this one really spoke straight to me. 
i think you'll love it too.


3. do you love sara groves' music like i do?
then you have to read this interview by Kat, from Inspired to Action.
i just love seeing how "normal" famous people are, you know?
[i included my favorite sara groves song below, in case you don't know who she is]



4. i found this yesterday. and printed it out. it is that beautiful. 
sometimes you just need reminders that mothering hard but it can still be enjoyed. 
we just have to be prepared and already filled 
before their little feet hit the ground running in the morning. 
i think i want to read through these during my quiet time 
so that these "practices"are at the forefront of my mind 
when things start to get hard or ugly or frustrating [because they always do]. 





lord i have a heavy burden
it's all i've seen and know
and your word is like a fire 
and i cannot let it go

and when i'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left un-fought
i see paul and silas in the prison yard
i hear their song of freedom rising to the stars

and when the Saints go marching in
i want to be one of them

lord it's all that i can't carry 
and cannot leave behind
so i think of all who've lived before 
who lived a faithful life

and when i'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left un-fought
i see the shepherd moses in the pharaohs court
i hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord

and when the Saints go marching in
i want to be one of them

and when i'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left un-fought
i see the long quiet walk along the underground railroad
i see harriet awakening to the value of her soul
i see the young missionary and the angry spear 
i see his family returning with no trace of fear
i see the long hard shadows of calcutta nights
i see the sister standing by the dying man’s side
i see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
i see the man with a passion come kicking down that door
i see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road
i see the world on his shoulders and my easy load

and when the Saints go marching in
i want to be one of them
and when the Saints go marching in
i want to be one of them

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