Motherhood in the Balance: Children, Career, Me, and God
Juggling the daily demands of career and motherhood is challenging for many of today’s working women. When the question of spirituality is raised they may feel as if they’ve dropped the ball. In Motherhood in the Balance, Catherine Wallace recounts her ordinary, and often hilarious, endeavors to stay sane as she learns to balance the demands of her career with the needs of her family, while adeptly describing the struggles of her relationship with God. Wallace examines her own encounters with a witty and persistent God who thinks that the real problem is not career-vs-kids, but call. This stand-off begins to crumble when a truce is called and the author realizes that nothing can separate us from the love of God.
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Page 13 - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 3 - This is no unapt emblem of the mind's self-experience in the act of thinking. There are evidently two powers at work, which relatively to each other are active and passive ; and this is not possible without an intermediate faculty, which is at once both active and passive. (In philosophical language, we must denominate this intermediate faculty in all its degrees and determinations, the IMAGINATION.