Shawnelle Eliasen

Shawnelle and her mom

A Mother’s Grace

I don’t know when I’d experienced such love. When I think back, I can still remember the quiet of darkness broken by our voices, the delicious goodness of having my mom all to myself.

Gabriel at rest. Photo courtesy Shawnelle Eliasen.

Choosing Rest

Maybe the restfulness that I long for is somewhat of a choice. Maybe it’s a conscious effort to ask the Spirit to help me claim what I know that I need.

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