{"id":1158,"date":"2010-12-17T09:43:06","date_gmt":"2010-12-17T14:43:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1158"},"modified":"2010-12-17T16:58:34","modified_gmt":"2010-12-17T21:58:34","slug":"its-a-good-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=1158","title":{"rendered":"It’s a Good Life…"},"content":{"rendered":"

One of the gifts in life is trials.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Did I just say that? \u00a0For much of my younger years, I was forever complaining to God about the unfairness of the woes in my life. <\/span><\/p>\n

Over the years, as I grew older, I began to see my trials in life as a gift. \u00a0Of course I could <\/span>only see it as a gift, once I rode out the valley.<\/span><\/p>\n

I learned so many lessons along the way. \u00a0I learned about patience. (Sometimes God doesn’t answer a prayer for years<\/em>). \u00a0 I learned about hurts. (You know, the big ones that hurt your heart sometimes forever<\/em>)? \u00a0I learned about disappointments. \u00a0(Sometimes God’s answer is \u00a0no and that is a hard pill to swallow<\/em>). \u00a0I learned about having faith. \u00a0(I also learned about losing faith<\/em>).<\/span><\/p>\n

There are so many lessons that having a life full of valleys taught me. \u00a0It truly made me a surviver. \u00a0I believe that not matter what life throws my way, I will survive. \u00a0I have survived.<\/p>\n

Here’s the thing… \u00a0I have realized that these trials made me who I am today. \u00a0I can understand and empathize with others pains. \u00a0I can understand the hard life.<\/p>\n

Did you know there are people who can’t? \u00a0I realize that those that have had an easy life find life… real life, hard. \u00a0The littlest thing sets them back. \u00a0The littlest stress is a life event. \u00a0Their child getting the chicken pox is drama. \u00a0There is a draw back to the perfect life… \u00a0one does not understand empathy. \u00a0One does not understand pain. \u00a0The smallest thing is painful.<\/p>\n

Being this person as an adult is hard. \u00a0It’s \u00a0a trial all on its own, I am thinking. \u00a0This kind of person doesn’t even see themselves in this light. \u00a0They can’t.<\/p>\n

Recently, I was talking about the challenges of raising teenagers. \u00a0The person talking to me said they had a good life and a relatively easy life. \u00a0What I realized was the naiveness of this person. \u00a0Here’s a person who is in their 50s, walking around thinking life was good for everyone.<\/p>\n

Really? \u00a0He had no idea that my life was far from perfect and ideal. \u00a0Why would he just assume that? \u00a0He found it intriguing that my life was not easy. \u00a0 He seemed to find pleasure in the fact that my boys give me a run for my money… daily.<\/p>\n

Really? \u00a0I never met someone and assume they had an easy life. \u00a0I just wonder what their life was like. \u00a0I am usually fascinated with folks that do have the Norman Rockwell family. \u00a0I wonder how that is achieved.<\/p>\n

Since I never had that life… I don’t know. \u00a0Yet I would say that they, with the perfect life are less equipped to deal with the realites of every day life.<\/p>\n

Me, \u00a0I am actually at a place where I can thank God for the journey. \u00a0All of it. \u00a0Oh, there are parts that I’d like to skip through… but if this life journey has made me … then Thank You, Jesus.<\/p>\n

Thank You for seeing me through the very hard times. \u00a0Thank You for the endless protection You blessed me with. \u00a0Thank You for the blessing of today.. the love, the joy and the family that I have.<\/p>\n

You Win, God! \u00a0I am so glad that You are in the Driver’s Seat.<\/p>\n

I love you!<\/p>\n

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