When the going gets tough...

My mom told me today about a woman who carried her baby to 7 or 8 months and then gave birth to a still born child. All I could think about was why God would put someone through that kind of pain. Of course I know that He has a plan. Sometimes horrible things happen just for the simplicity of appreciation to occur. I wonder if he is challenging our faith? Our ability to trust in His plan even though it feels like nothing good could come of this.

I've questioned my faith multiple times. I've battled feeling vs proof over and over again. Feeling always wins.

When things get difficult I always remind myself that He is taking care of me and there is nothing to worry about. I have to tell myself that everything happens for a reason no matter how hard it is to bear.

I believe that without my faith I would not be the person I am today. Every day I get stronger, nicer, happier, more loving, more respectful, wiser, and just better.  He has guided me to become the person I have always wanted to be. Sure, I've had some real struggles but through those struggles I've learned more about myself and who I wanted to be.

Some people say they have regrets. I have no regrets but instead mistakes to learn from. If we use our pasts to mold our futures then we have no choice but to become better individuals.

Alright, enough of my religion rambling. I'm just missing my husband a lot tonight and reminding myself that this is all serving some sort of purpose helps me get through it.

By the way, in no way am I or would I ever push my religion on anyone. I am simply spilling my thoughts.