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"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you..." -Coldplay I desire to follow the light. Have it create a fire in my bones for something more ...I want to do more, be more, create more. In the little moments, where I'm not just a wife, mother, teacher, dance driver, housekeeper, and chef, my voice cries out from under the place I've hidden it. "I'm here," it says, "YOU'RE HERE. BE VISIBLE. Make me heard." Has anyone else ever felt the like? As women, as wives and mothers and career followers and seekers of word and truth and the often hard of life, perhaps...well, perhaps sometimes we lose our voices. I know we've worked to create them through suffrage and rights and equality laws, but really? In trying to prove that as women we're equal we've squelched our voice. The one inside . The smallish one that could roar if we'd let it. If we had the courage to be ourselves and not ...