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Sometimes Hopes Come Back to Life

I want to wake up to the miracle of my ordinary life.  My name is Mackenzie Chester, and I am a writer, a lifelong journaler, a wife and homeschooling Mama of eight children.  I wake up every day with a desire to find beauty, to seek truth, and to live each moment with peace and purpose.  If you are longing to find meaning and purpose behind the mundane rituals of your existence, I would love to invite you to pull up a chair, grab a cup of tea or a basket of laundry, and let's talk it over.  Life is a gift.  It is a miracle.  Sometimes we have to search to find the sacred, but it is there...  Every. Single. Day.

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I want to wake up to the miracle of my ordinary life. My name is Mackenzie Chester, and I am a writer, a lifelong journaler, a wife and homeschooling Mama of eight children. I wake up every day with a desire to find beauty, to seek truth, and to live each moment with peace and purpose. If you are longing to find meaning and purpose behind the mundane rituals of your existence, I would love to invite you to pull up a chair, grab a cup of tea or a basket of laundry, and let's talk it over. Life is a gift. It is a miracle. Sometimes we have to search to find the sacred, but it is there... Every. Single. Day.

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