I've always believed that everything happens for a reason. I also believe that God has a plan for each and everyone of us, even if we don't understand the why's of it. I know, I know, bad things happen. Bad things even happen to good people. But I still believe that whatever happens is part of God's plan for me. I have to believe it, otherwise I couldn't get through the day.
I believe there's a reason my first baby didn't live more than 3 days. There's a reason my second pregnancy ended with a miscarriage. Those reasons are the two very beautiful children that I do have and I value every day.
There's a reason I didn't know my dad growing up. I didn't find him until I was 30. Now we talk on the phone nearly every week.
And there's a reason that the love of my life broke my heart when I was eighteen. When you are eighteen, everything seems so intense, and it was that intensity that ruined our relationship.
I moved on and so did he. We've both dated. We've both married. We've both had kids. We've both been divorced. And now, I am sitting here writing this while he rakes leaves and lets our kids jump into the pile.
Okay people, what do you think?? Have I grabbed your attention or are you thoroughly bored?? Leave a comment, let me know. The subtle blue shows what is true.