As I have learned and applied these principles over the last few months, I have begun to feel something different, almost magical. I have started to feel a pull towards the habits I’m working to develop and not so much a need to push myself towards them.
I shed a couple tears and decided to go all in on Dani. I decided that I was going to encourage her to live her full self without the burden of my words telling her I wish she were different.
Gratitude is a healing balm for broken hearts, a salve for wounded souls and a way for us to look upward, even in our deepest distress. Gratitude and sorrow can co-exist.
My body has served as a temple, a dwelling place, for my spirit doing almost everything that’s ever been asked of it for almost 44 years and I’ve never once thought about how demanding I am of it. Nor of how unappreciative I’ve been of all it does for me.
My seething only lasted a few minutes, when the still small voice interrupted my inner diatribe with a much-needed gentle nudge.
There is and always will be pain that is part of life, but we can find peace, hope and strength to persevere. I believe those gifts come when we can find an eternal perspective and purpose to apply to the challenges we are facing.
I’ve made mistakes. I’ve questioned “what kind of a mother am I?” And? I just needed to forgive myself….
My first thought was to call her in and have her fix the broken frame again, except this time I would show her how to do it better. But then I stopped myself in that thought and decided to leave it as-is, as a reminder.
As I’ve the let the Holy Spirit guide me in sharing painful and hard experiences, I’ve been taught so much truth. I’ve received healing by offering hope and understanding to others and their pain.