Life is hard, it doesn't matter who you are.At times it felt like it. After the first divorce I stayed in my parents basement for three years. It was finished and nice but I just didn't leave it except for work. Crap like that takes a toll. But you know I came out strong and nothing seemed to effect me like that ever again.
I am not the only one that has gone through ups and down in life. I think we all have our 40 years in the wilderness but we come out stronger and better for it. With the help of God is the only way I made it. Just knowing he had a master plan for my life kept me going even when I just didn't feel like going forward. I didn't shed a tear when both my mother and father died. Nor did I after my second divorce. I was determined to be happy regardless of what happened to me in this life. This world is cruel and uncaring and at some point we have to realize that and the only happiness we can ever have is knowing God is in our corner pushing us to keep on fighting. Figuratively speaking of course about fighting not God being with us. I want to make that clear. That's how I can take what ever is thrown my way in here. Can I get an Amen!



