I patted the cover of my pink, soft prayer journal. It was new, fresh, and best of all – there were blank pages to fill. I sunk down in on the comfy couch where I do my morning devotions. A quiet place I love to sip a warm mug of coffee and watch the sun spill onto my propped up feet.

“Mom!!!!!”  “Mom!!!!!!!!!!”  “Where are you?”

I let out a defeated sigh.  “There goes my time,” I mumbled to myself.

One of my children came in and asked me what I was doing.  Then she begged me for my shiny new journal I was craving to write out my thoughts in.

For a moment, I thought of all the reasons why I should tell her no!

Can’t a Mom keep anything for herself?

Why do you always take everything from Mommy?

Goodness, don’t you have a dozen notebooks up in your room already?

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