I tried so hard to be positive. Look on the bright side. Fine the silver lining. But I realized at 8 pm when I found my dog had peed on my feather pillows (MINE, not my husband's) that sometimes I just need to surrender to the fact that we have bad days.
I'd hoped to see reason, to see blessing, to see it all turn out in the end. But it didn't. Maybe that is the lesson. It may not turn out in the end. There may not be a treasure at the end of the trial. But God is still there, I am still here and we keep moving forward.
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