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Writing is hard. I find myself in a constant battle of wills with my own psyche. That sounds too judgy. That makes zero sense. That will set off a cataclysmic avalanche of yawns. Yet, 2023 is turning out to be my “year of the higher power.” I have committed to grow in a relationship with God. In doing so, I find myself praying on purpose. Rather than waiting until my molehill of issues reaches Vesuvius despair, I am making prayer a common occurrence, even, or especially, when things are good. The thing about God is, He tends to respond. I am finding out that the response is seldom going to result in anything easy and breezy. My higher power asks me to do difficult things. Today, the one-year anniversary of my mother’s death, I would rather stay in bed and watch the raindrops fall from the leaf clogged roof gutters than face the world. But, I asked Him what to do with all of these big feelings today. The answer felt less like a gentle wind and more like a gut punch. I need to write about my mom today. So, here we go.