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"A must-read for those seeking solace and spiritual wisdom"When Micha Boyett's son was born with Down syndrome and later diagnosed with autism, she was drawn into the ancient teachings of the Beatitudes. There, she found an invitation to honor her limits in a world that values performance, perfection, and strength over mercy, meekness, and the longing for justice.In Blessed Are the Rest of Us, Boyett invites us--especially those of us who are burned out, tired of performing, living with grief, feeling exhausted, or powerless--to discover our wholeness not in our own accomplishments but in the dream God has for the world."Blessed Are the Rest of Us conjures spiritual solutions for very real problems. A graceful, moving book that should be required reading."--Mary Karr, author of The Liars' Club, Cherry, Lit, and The Art of Memoir"This is breathtaking. Such beautiful writing."--Nadia Bolz-Weber, bestselling author, speaker, and public theologian"Micha's unwavering love for God shines through every page. A must-read for those seeking solace and spiritual wisdom."--Kelli Caughman, cofounder, Black Down Syndrome Association"A powerful narrative, one that will cause you to rethink so much of what you believe about disabilities, equality, and the dignity of others."--Matthew Paul Turner, #1 New York Times bestselling author of What Is God Like?"A deeply moving meditation on being a part of, and participating in, the dream of God for us."--Mihee Kim-Kort, author of Outside the Lines: How Embracing Queerness Will Transform Your Faith; co-pastor of First Presbyterian Church, Annapolis, Maryland
"e;My first year of motherhood I lost prayer..."e; I lost early mornings of quiet, mornings in my pajamas with a Bible in my lap, mornings when I spoke my mind's chaos into God's ear and let the chaos come back ordered, holy sealed. I lost peace. I lost clarity and certitude. My faith was never perfect before my son was born, but somewhere in that first year, somewhere in my distraction and exhaustion, I lost the Spirit-life I had known. I blamed myself.
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