Through all the pain in my life, I'm learning to appreciate joy. The way I have lived my life to this point seems so off, yet I never realized how wrong it was until everything fell apart.
I've learned that nothing is guaranteed. There are things in life we come to rely on being there and even neglect because we think they will always be there. We don't have patience with those we love because we simply want to be lazy. Anger rules so much of our lives and we don't even seem to notice.
God gave us this life to live and so many of us are struggling to understand what it means to live. We choose paths that might not appeal to a healthy person but somehow seem hopeful to us. The lack of confidence and trust in ourselves seep out into our lives and influence all around us. Somehow, though, we never really see the result until it seems to be too late.
My father is dying and my sweet, precious Lauren has already died. I see everyone I love suffering due to these losses. My father is ready and I am trying to force myself to prepare for his departure. I am having to face guilt and shame for the daughter I have been.
I don't understand why the things that happen happen. I have no idea how to give my grief to God and accept that things are happening the way they were meant to. The recent tragedies have broken the spirits of almost everyone I know. The grief is overwhelming and gets to a point sometimes that I can't remember how to function on the simplest of tasks.
I've learned that nothing is guaranteed. There are things in life we come to rely on being there and even neglect because we think they will always be there. We don't have patience with those we love because we simply want to be lazy. Anger rules so much of our lives and we don't even seem to notice.
God gave us this life to live and so many of us are struggling to understand what it means to live. We choose paths that might not appeal to a healthy person but somehow seem hopeful to us. The lack of confidence and trust in ourselves seep out into our lives and influence all around us. Somehow, though, we never really see the result until it seems to be too late.
My father is dying and my sweet, precious Lauren has already died. I see everyone I love suffering due to these losses. My father is ready and I am trying to force myself to prepare for his departure. I am having to face guilt and shame for the daughter I have been.
I don't understand why the things that happen happen. I have no idea how to give my grief to God and accept that things are happening the way they were meant to. The recent tragedies have broken the spirits of almost everyone I know. The grief is overwhelming and gets to a point sometimes that I can't remember how to function on the simplest of tasks.
