So last post I told you about my mom. This time I will tell you a story about my dad, and how I can see God as a gracious and loving father.
I’m in the midst of something that is really hard, and I don’t like it. I was feeling rather down and crappy the other night, and I came across a TikTok from someone name Hannah.
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The past two years have been a roller coaster. It all started when my parents passed in 2020. I lost them both within 5 weeks of each other.
Here we are the week of Christmas. The last blog I sent was in August. It was right after my mom passed. Well, for those of you who don’t know, five weeks after my mom passed I lost my dad.
“Wow! You are so brave”. “You are handling the world on your shoulders; I don’t know how you are carrying all this.”
This week my thoughts have been around value, specifically my value, and whether I was valuable (not going to dark depressing thoughts, I promise) or why I wasn’t seen as valuable enough.
In one of my previous blogs I spoke about our “buckets” and how we are to use out buckets to help other in need. My blog today is about challenges.