Waiting

I have written about three different posts and erased them all. Yesterday, I wrote a post on Facebook:

Gratitude is my coping mechanism.

Gratitude is my silver lining, the sunshine breaking through the clouds of doubt.

Gratitude is the key to my happiness.

Gratitude brings me peace and hope.

Through many experiences and years of grief (much to my own choice) I have learned that complaining, being pessimistic, and finding the bad in all served no purpose for me. I wasn't happy, peaceful, or looking forward with a "brightness of hope." And for the last three years, I have learned, through the GRACE OF GOD, how truly blessed and loved I am. I have witnessed miracles, joys, and happiness. I have received so much. And I am grateful for those experiences, those witnesses to my testimony. Because my testimony, the knowledge of Heavenly Father and His Son, are what pull me through.

The saying: "There is always someone worse off than you is true."

Yes, I am in the midst of a trial, challenging my innermost beliefs, my faith, my hope and testimony. Yet, I look around me and can only be grateful, humble, like a child. I see so many witnesses that my paths have been directed by a Hand greater than my own. I was placed in a wonderful family. I married a wonderful man. I have wonderful children. I have a wonderful neighborhood and ward. I have wonderful extended family and friends. I have been served, loved, and reminded daily, that Heavenly Father is aware of me. Some people wait in hope so long to know that, and how lucky am I to know now?

We all have our Gethsemane moments in life. But the greatest peace I find is that if the Savior was able to accomplish His work, was blessed with what He needed to accomplish it. Then I too am capable of accomplishing, overcoming, and surviving. I know that with FAITH, HOPE, and CHARITY, I will be okay.

So I wait in HOPE. I struggle in FAITH, and I share in CHARITY.