“I bickered weekly with my mother, railed against her rule more than I dared to during childhood. I see now that I wasn’t fighting against her, but for myself. Defying her voice was my way of making space for my own, however feeble and uncertain. At the heart of our disputes lived my struggle for womanhood, my yearning to trust God’s whispers and tune out all others.”
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