HELP.

“I lift my eyes up to the hills. From where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD who made heaven and earth. He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, he who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is your shade on your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep your life.

The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forever more.” Psalm 121

With whatever it is that you are going through today – cry out to HIM – as am I.

Know that you are not alone.

Perspective.

A few days ago I celebrated my birthday. For a while now, I have been struggling with the my age. I’ve decided to change my perspective and to be thankful for all that I have been blessed with, namely, life.

Our family has just moved back to Seminary, in order for my husband to complete his last year of academics. It is interesting being back on campus. One thing is the same: there seems to be pregnant mommy’s and babies everywhere. Before we moved, it was hard for me to be in this environment, because of our 2 recent loses and with trying for so long to conceive in between them. I constantly have to keep changing my perspective. I need to let their journey be their own and be happy for them, and I need to live fully in my own journey – trusting God’s ways and timing, though they are not my own. Additionally, though I see all of these babies and pregnant mommies, I do not know their full story. Maybe they’ve gone through struggles in trying to conceive or have had losses. Maybe they are going through other difficulties in life. Things are not always as they may seem, looking on from the outside.

Well, now I am one of those pregnant mommies. I’m intentional about being as real as I can and I want to be sensitive to others. In every appropriate way, as conversations may lead, I share my story – Our Journey. We’ve had losses and difficulty conceiving. It’s been a rocky road, to say the least. As a result of our journey, my faith has grown tremendously. I was just sharing with my husband, after a social gathering on campus: I want to be real and raw and vulnerable. I want to share the yuck and the difficult and the ugly. I don’t want to be the Happy Facebook Person, in person. I want to be a REAL PERSON. I want others to know that they are not alone.

Additionally, here I am, being real, sharing my journey with you.