Today while battling Brandon going to a new class in primary (we are trying out the Rainer Ward finally) I got a text from my friend Malissa saying that her mom passed away from what they think was a pulmonary embolism. Malissa and I have become quite close this past year and our kids are in the same classes. My heart breaks and mourns for her loss especially when something so unexpected happens. I'm so grateful for my family and the plan of salvation. It brings me so much peace to think where my family members are that have already left this mortal life and where I will hopefully be with them again someday. I can't imagine not having that knowledge. It's been a rough week for me personally as I struggle with events that are happening in my life. I hold it together pretty good I think-I have to. Once the kids are asleep and it's quite I can't promise you that I hold it together but I'm trying. I know life is a test and we are here to prove our worthiness and our dedication. I hope my kids know how much I am trying for them. How much I cry and pray for them. Most days I feel like the meanest mom in the world that can't do anything right but I still try. I try to remember that line that says, "I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it". As I deal with my own inadequacies I hope I never forget that someday it will all be worth it.
I am strong. I am courageous. I can & I will.
Some days are harsh. They are reminders of days past that strike a chord. they are dark, deep pits of unfriendly brokenness. difficult, choking reminders of decisions, actions, abusive words and changes that altered the life course.
These days are fleeting. being replaced by joy, wholeness, contentment, miracles, stories of truth & memories that smile.
I look ahead.
I am better right where I am than I was 1 year ago. far better than where I was 2 years ago. I see progress, hope, potential. I feel happiness & joy.