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Some things are hard

Girls, some days are hard. Sometimes it's hard to be a mom. Sometimes it's hard to be a wife. Sometimes it's hard to be an adult. Sometimes things just suck.

That is all.























JK. I love our life but even in our mostly-wonderful life (I have an awesome job and the sweetest husband and the most adorable kids) we can't escape hard things. They're there. But this week as hard things have come up I've also noticed small tender mercies.

I didn't know why I felt inspired to do something--but I did it and it led to some heart break for now but also some growth and healing and an answer to someone else's prayers. I don't know why my friend decided to text me the very next day and ask how I was doing but she did. She'll probably never know either but I did let her know it was inspired.

Thing is I haven't felt incredibly close to the spirit in recent months. I haven't been studying my scriptures as much as I should be. I haven't been praying with real intent. I haven't been teaching you the way I should be. We've been attending church and we've been going through the motions but I haven't had an honest, heartfelt, testimony-building moment in a while. (Which maybe explains why things have to suck for a little bit right now?) But I've realized the spirit is still there.

Heavenly Father truly uses each of us to help uplift one another and it's possible we don't even know it's happening. I don't feel deserving of being an example or a strength to someone else right now--yet I had the chance to be this week. My friend is also going through sucky things right now, yet the Holy Ghost still whispered to her to reach out to me.

Sucky things still happen. A sweet text from a friend did not take that away for me but it did remind me that my Heavenly Father is mindful of me. He's aware of what's going on in my life and even though I don't feel equipped to handle what's going on, these teeny tiny whisperings of the spirit have shown me that I'm not alone.

So I guess I just hope that in those sad moments for you, you will take the time to recognize the good. Recognize the ways your Heavenly Father is helping you. Even if it seems small--accept it. And then come talk to me about it cause I'm your mama and I want to hear about it. I love you!

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