I don't always believe the words in my head, but I hear them in my mother's voice as she tells me:
"You can do this, Gina. You're a strong woman."
trees are amazing - as they grow they bend, rather than break
I didn't ask to be in this life situation I am now. I did not approve of all these changes. I don't particularly feel strong. I'm being handed a lot of shi*t I don't want. And yet I get up every day, make my bed, put my clothes on, and get to work, so maybe that's all that strength is anyway. When I pray, I ask God for more strength, just so I can get through this terrible time and see what's on the other side. Because what else would I ask for?
There might be something great ahead, so I will expect the best.
*I'm following a series of prompts for a few posts.
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