Believe....(this is not a true story- well most of it anyway!)

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.