Before marriage and starting a family, I’d meditate often. I cultivated stillness and reflection. Volumes of journals lay under my bed, full of pre-parenthood insights. But then the real grown-up stuff slid in: marriage, mortgage, and motherhood. The hours of dissecting the Bible, time to meditate, and philosophizing in my journals shifted to examining our budget and navigating a nut allergy. My spiritual balance habits needed a new rhythm. So, I learned creative ways to focus my mind and spirit on God in the landscape of cooking mac ‘n cheese, computer work, and laundry. I still make quiet space a priority, but some days more than others. I hope some of my tools…