Sometimes I find myself living for you. It makes me so frustrated, if I’m being honest. Because there’s really nothing less satisfying than living for some else. But I still find myself wishing I could just make you proud. Do things the right way…the best way…the perfect way. Sometimes I shake off the dust of a hard days work and I want to wait for you to say it. Please Just say that you’re proud. That’s all I’m hoping for. Just a few words that remind me that I’m still doing good. Still working hard. Still worthy of all the things the world tells me I’m not anymore. I’m constantly shifting and changing and working my butt off to provide a life for my kid. It’s exhausting and sometimes I hate that you stopped telling me. Just say that you’re proud. If you would just say it I think I could believe it. I could believe that I did it. That I saved me…that I saved her…that I saved us. And I made us into something that could never have existed without all the effort that cost me so
This blog is an outlet though which I can share about my life and the part that God plays in it. I have suffered great grief within these pages, but great love has met me here too. Hopefully this blog will always be a light that points to Jesus. I have come from riches, been reduced to rags, but it is in the darkest moments of life that God's glory has truly been displayed.