I believe in the sun even when its not shining.
I believe in love even when I don't feel it.
I believe in God even when he is silent.
He is there. I trust in that. I pray when I'm afraid or need guidance. I thank Him when a good thing happens in my life. I yell at Him when I'm angry whether it's justified or not, I think that is normal and human. We aren't perfect, I'm not perfect. He doesn't expect us to be; He never did.
It helps. I'm not the perfect Catholic. Nope. Not even close. But He knows my heart. He knows where I am.
That's good enough for me. Lucas, you are in Perfect hands. That calms me when I feel myself getting worked up about you not being here. It soothes me to know you are alright with Him. If not me, if not home, here with me and the boys, then There is perfect. Just perfect.
When I'm feeling empty or lost or don't know what to do, I just know that. It helps make it better.
--J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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