It's my story and I'm stickin' to it!

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This life that I'm living is my story. It was written before I was born. A beautiful story full of tears and smiles, exhaustion and energy. I'm not in control of most of my story, just how I choose to "be." I want to be a character full of grace. I want people to think of my story and smile, but mostly I want to make my maker proud. Some days feel like they'll never end. I feel like I'm in over my head with paper work, phone calls, and children, but when I close my eyes at night, I'm certain this is the perfect story for me.


This past Tuesday I was having a "blah" day. I was discouraged in the fact that it seems like lately when we get one of Case's problems under control 2 more rise up. It's like taking one step forward and two steps back. When I got the mail that day there was a small box with a simple bracelet from a dear friend. You see, my birthday is tomorrow and she got me a gift but what she didn't know is that it would come on the perfect day and say the perfect thing. God bless good friends and birthdays!:)




 "I love when you hold me
When you're here I'll never be lonely
 You're my favorite part of this story 
So tell it again and again to me"-JJ Heller




I trust my story with all of my heart.

Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.





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  1. TestJuly 29, 2012 at 7:48 PM

    That was God's timing because the post office is never that fast! I love your story :)

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