Don’t let your struggle become your identity.
I’m learning not to ask God to remove the storm, but increasingly beg him to use the rain to grow me.
Sometimes you have to do what’s best for you and your life. You aren’t living for anyone else.
No reason to stay is a good reason to go.
It’s never too late to be what you might have been.
The truth is hard to swallow when you’re choking on your pride.
On this day 3 years ago, I hugged my momma. I hugged her and told her I loved her while she was staring into my eyes. Something I should not have been able to do. When the doctors where loosing faith God showed up. He saved her. After 10 longs days my mother was awake and responsive. She looked dead in my eyes and said “I love you”. Just hours before, I was crying and begging her to come back to me. Praying with every fiber in my being that she would live. People, regardless of circumstance, love your parents. You may never agree with their choices or their lifestyle. You may think you always have the answers. You may genuinely believe they don’t deserve your time but they are the reason you are alive and reading this right now. Hug your momma. Hold her. Smell her hair, kiss her cheek, and love her. You never know when that opportunity will be gone. You don’t have to like them but you need to love them. I am so grateful for the past 3 years. It hasn’t been easy but she was and is a fighter. Against all odds, she made it. I believe without a shadow of doubt she heard me and she knew we still needed her here. Not many people know the whole story, but I kept telling her nothing was stronger than the love between a mother and daughter. Somewhere, in there was my mother and I wasn’t going home without her. Time has passed but I can tell you this, everytime I pass that hospital, and everytime I see my mother I live it all over again. It hasn’t gotten easier but it keeps me humble. If you’re reading this, hug your momma.