The Good Life?
I think the realization hit me sometime this weekend. I believe it was Saturday night specifically as I went for a late workout. It might not seem like a big deal in the overall scheme of things but considering where I was for most of this past year it is significant to me. I realized, I like my life. Does that mean I’m over the loss of my family or miss them any less? Absolutely not. But considering how I’ve given myself over to my faith and am just focusing on what I can control, I would say I have it pretty good right now. Could it be better with someone to love me and for me to love someone? Another absolute yes. Life can always be better and it can always be worse. The key is finding the contentment in the present. I’ve come to grips with this season and I am supposed to be alone right now. I still pray desperately for my family. I know I am supposed to wait on God. I know I’m supposed to learn to wholly rely...