Life as a mother can become very tedious when your day becomes a list of repetitive requirements. It becomes hard to even count days because they start to blur into the next, always the same and when I become buried in in these lists I feel that I am no longer me. Instead, I am a compilation of all the things that need to be done. Yet, words, beautiful words give voice to my thoughts and emotions making me more than just the pieces
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Saturday, January 25, 2014
Panoramic View
As many of you know the last several years of my life have been nothing but hardship and one trial right after another. For years it feels as if every step is a fight an d a struggle as if slowly walking up a mountain with hopes of something on the other side. deployment, fire, miscarriage, divorce; trudging every day, believing if I just keep going, even if only a step, I might keep from falling down the slippery ravine. So step after step I have pushed, well beyond the strength I believe I had and even though I have wanted to give up at just about every point, I did not. Every day is still a struggle, but I feel The peek is finally in view. I am so close to reaching the top in order to behold all the blessing and hopes to come in my future. All the work, all the pain, somehow pales a little knowing I am coming up to the top. Coming up to the goal and although I may fall and slide a little on my way down to all the beauty I see, I am at least on my way down. Stronger for the battle and fight I put in.
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If it helps at all to know this, the path is what we crave as much as the beautiful view. You have been privileged with some of the most beautiful moments of emotion and experience that can never be replaced.
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