a beacon

I have been reading nie nie dialogs. A blog about a young mother who survives a horrific plane crash, where she and her husband are badly burned. She is so very inspirational. Her story is fascinating. I have been reading all the back posts as if it were a novel. I cannot get enough. Her example of strength and struggle are an amazing reminder of what is important. Her faith is strong, stronger than ever, yet her trials are greater than ever.

It leaves me feeling hopeful. Hopeful that my situation will improve, as hers has. Oh, I don't have any real complaints. I am married to the most incredible man. He loves me and I love him. We have 3 beautiful children that are perfect in every way. We live in a nice home, with food to eat and clothing to wear. We know the truth about the gospel of Jesus Christ.

It's the little things. Little things that often seem huge. Sometimes it's because they are, and sometimes it's because my mind gets carried away and they are bigger in my mind than they are in reality.

Life is about to change. And that is scary. I have to leave the comfort of my home and family and embark on a journey I am not sure if I am ready to take. As I head back to school this year, my mind is carried away with the things I will miss, like soccer games, and lazy Saturday afternoons, and bike rides on the river trail. But it must be done. Our comfortable home and food that we eat, and clothes that we wear depend on it. So I will do it, because I must.

If I can help ease the burden of our financial situation, I am required to do so. Not by Q, he would never force me to do anything I didn't want to, but by my own will. By the knowledge that it will get better if I do. It has to.