We are trying to make sure we're "good soil," yet the thing that makes the soil good is that it's producing a harvest.

I do not want to conform to the world. I want to look like the opposite of the world...

And so, I will adjust my posture from one of annoyance, to that of gratefulness.

I used to believe that because I was not able to pick all of the circumstances life handed to me, they were second rate circumstances. But now I realize, I do get a choice...

The sting of watching my life as a mom not look the way I had always pictured it, doesn't ever go away. Some days are easier than others and the grief is so faint and so small in my heart that I nearly forget it's there. And other days, it's so big and painful I'm not sure how I will get through it. And that is ok. Grief is a part of this journey.