Hang on...have hope...never lose faith...believe in miracles...endure to the end.
Going from a Sunday to the real life of Monday sometimes feels so hard, but I love this reminder from Elder Holland. We just need to do our best. We are NOT expected to be perfect. We get credit just for trying. As we do our best a loving Heavenly Father makes up the difference and everything will be ok. Accomplish just one task at a time, do your best, and remember you’re so loved.
About Me
If I could go back and tell my 23-year-old self-anything it would be, “Don’t grip so tightly to your plans. It’s ok if things don’t work out how you thought. Have faith, be still. God will never let you down. Through pain and brokenness, you will feel stronger and more love.”
I have 2 smart, hilarious, and beautiful kids; my son is 9 and my daughter is 5. I've been married 10 years. I love podcasts and reading inspiring self-help books(Brené Brown & I are meant to be BFFs). I’m a collaborator for a blog and I love writing. I’m addicted to starbursts, and peppermint Hersey’s kisses. I dream of having a vacation house in Destin, Florida. I love girls nights. We need each other as women to survive and support each other!
I am a textbook type-A personality. I am what you would probably call “a control freak.” I love lists and planning. I thought life would go as simply as get married, have babies, raise those babies, and grow old together with my husband. Sure I knew there would be bumps and trials along the way, but I had a plan! Everything was going to be fine.
I've had 1 miscarriage between my kids, that had life-threatening complications including hemorrhaging, spending a week in the hospital, and 2 units of blood transfused. Then 3 more pregnancy losses in a row, 2 being ectopic and 1 fallopian tube being removed I have learned a lot. I am still reminding myself to let go of my plans, trust God, and align my will with His, but dang it’s hard! Infertility is still so strange for me to grasp. Grief can be suffocating. Pregnancy announcements make my heart jump into my throat. My arms ache for another baby. I'm mourning those babies I have lost. I’ve wondered how I could face another day. How would I move on from this?
By doing one task at a time peace slowly starts to come. It’s ok to feel angry, hurt, grief and pain, especially when we don’t understand the “why.” By showing up every day (even just the huge win of just getting out of bed) you start making room for light to come through brokenness and answers to come. Search for love and gratitude. I know things will get better.
Tell me about you! And share with a friend that needs a little hope and love.